Deep in the forest,

A dim house lurks.

The leaves whisper “danger”

A wolf howls

An owl hoots a horror.

Underfoot twigs crunch like bones of the dead,

The moon paints a shimmery light of a figure,

The ghostly presence of the trees haunts the minds of the living.

The deadly landscape stands firm,

The trees circle an ice white lake like soldiers on guard,

The grass, pale green reminds you of feeling sick

And the pit in your stomach is visible far away.

For a second, the moon closes its light,

The clouds cover it

Sending a screaming shiver of fear down your spine.

 

Noises appear like words from a book in your mind,

Painted there and will not disappear.

Behind every tree lurks a ghoul,

Full of mischief on this cold night.

Suddenly, I’m running,

Arms flaring, larynx working overtime,

A hand on my neck, pushing,

Smash, crack, the bones break,

Not of the dead but mine alone,

I’m alone and no one can hear me scream.