I'm Afraid of My Bedroom at Night

March 29, 2012
I’m afraid of my bedroom at night.
The place gives me the creeps.
And with the dimming daylight,
Into my room, the terror seeps.

I know the man is watching me,
Even though he has no eyes.
He makes my room quite eerie
Even when there are clear skies.

I can hear his heavy breathing
And his many muffled whispers.
A cold skeletal hand touches my bedding,
And I begin to whimper.

The fingers crawled towards me
As I watched him, paralyzed.
His hand traveled ever so slowly,
So I gripped my blanket and shut my eyes.

I woke up to light spilling in through my window,
And warming my savior of a blanket.
The man had left an invisible shadow
In a room that was my casket.

So if you’re ever watching the news
And hear of a boy who vanished out of sight
And was last seen entering his room,
Just remember,
He was afraid of his bedroom at night.

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