November 1, 2011
By , Monroe, IA

I run from it chasing me I run and cant stop

I look behind wrong choice our eyes lock my legs grow heavy with terror

I stop he catches up i break free from It’s invisible hold i try to run again

It grabs me to fast I can’t break free.

I see the monsters face I wish didn't

There was nothing but a dark hole were his eyes should have been

I froze with terror closing my eyes wishing for it to end

It lets go.

I stand still.


My hero is ..

I wake up from my nightmare feeling confused cold and numb.

Who was my hero?

What was that thing?

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