What lies awake in shadow?
What sleeps beneath the stairs?
What listens, perched in rafters
So to catch you unawares?
What tiptoes down the hallway,
Barely making floorboards creak
What lurks in bedroom corners
Waiting for a chance to speak?
And when the whisper rattles,
Whose voice is it that you hear?
Your own imagination, stirring
Or maybe it’s an echo
Of this place as it had been,
Or calls from other realms
Where the space between’s worn thin.
The Other is unknown, and
In uncertainty, fear hovers.
Instead of hunting answers
I’ll stay here, beneath my covers.
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