Its what you hear

Part of the fear factor
Isn't what we see

The blood
The guts
Decapitated body parts
Torn apart fingers and toes
Torn hair
Eyeballs out their sockets
All play their part

But...its what we hear
The creaking of the door
The scream
The footsteps
The laugh
The heavy breathing
Crying
The metal scraping against
Wood
Walls
Curtains
Tiles

Then there's the words
"Why so serious"
"I will find and I will kill you"
"Don't forget to smile"
The words that creep into the mind
Like voices in your head
A broken voice recorder
Endlessly repeating and
Repeating and
Repeating
Until it drives you in sane

It's what you hear