Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

The hair on the back of my neck stands up as I feel hit breathe in my ear. I'm asking myself that one question is this something that I might fear.
I hold my gasp inside me as I turn my head to the side. My eyes dart wildly around me as I look to where it might hide.
As I got my composer thinking it  was all in my head. The raspy voice coughed and giggled proving it was one of the dead.
 I'm not scared of spirits and demons had taught me some tricks. I fumbled to light me a candle. Every one was missing the wicks.
A smell of whiskey and brimstone lingered right in front of my face. I cussed the wickless candles  my heart was starting to race. 
 My mind took hold of the notion  that you never do really know.  Right before my face it moaned it went from high to low.
The smell of liquor intruded I turned to head out the door. I excused myself from the  being.  Remembering what I was there for.
The shade of the window rolled eerily. And daylight shattered  about. Before eyes stood a woman once our eyes met she flickered out.