Who Goes There

I walk up the creaking stairs.
There my bedroom lay.
My eyes wander the empty halls
of the motel I am to stay.

Sleepiness had engulfed me
I lay down on the bed.
That's when I heard a scratching,
which I assumed was in my head.

My heavy eye lids close.
I begin to dream.
Then an eerie feeling fills me,
So bad I want to scream.

The scratching is on my door,
The door of this cursed motel.
Then my door begins to open,
the door of this pernicious hell.

What I see is sends me chills.
My spine tingles with fear.
I squint through the darkness,
and the hallway is clear.

But the door opens wider.
"Who goes there?" I choke out.
No words are returned.
I begin to shout.

"Demons be gone.
I have God on my side."
The next morning the manager discovered the man had died.

His door was left open,
but there was no sign of a fight.
Something about this room
just didn't feel right.

Two weeks later,
a lady asked for a room.
She wandered the hallways,
then entered her doom.

That very night
as she crawled into bed,
a strange noise
made her jerk her head.

The door was opening,
with nothing on the other side.
And just like last time,
the poor soul died...