The feeling.

As I walked into the dark room, a strange feeling came across my body; the feeling of being watched and followed.  I spoke out two words, “Who’s there”?   A chill flew threw my body, the hairs on the back of my neck and arms stood up without control.  I became overwhelmed with the thought that I wasn’t alone. I quickly debated staying or leaving, but just as quickly a shadow scurried across the room.  My heart started racing and tears of fear started forming. Trying to keep myself calm, I walked toward the doorway when suddenly I heard my name, “Krista”.  Although the voice was soft and significantly familiar, reluctantly I turned around in fear of what I might find.  Suddenly the voice spoke again.  “It’s ok, don’t leave”.  I looked around the room waiting for my eyes to adjust, but no matter how hard I tried, it appeared to continue growing darker. I asked once more, “Who’s there”?  The soft voice drifted from across the room, “Pop-Pop”. I fell to the ground with tears of heartache flowing from my eyes, yet was still terrified of what I could not see. As I sat there crying, I felt a presence hug me, reassuring me that everything was ok.