The sun was setting over the lake,
Painting the sky in a mix of orange and gold,
And the air was filled with the sound
Of crickets singing, when suddenly
My blood ran cold.
Behind me lurked a shadow dense,
Thick and heavy, breathing hard and slow,
My hair curled tight, my skin grew damp
The voice from the past haunting me,
Dragged me where I didn’t want to go.
Pulling my heart into a thousand shards
Who could hear my plaintive cries,
My panicked floundering, the silent night
I screamed to stay awake and pray
The sun would not take long to rise.
Written for Fandango’s Story Starter
You must be watching those horror flicks again! This one gave me the chills (even in poem form)!!
No movies, just went with an idea.
Wow, Di. That was intense!
Wow, that was hard hitting
A chilling story Di. 👍🏼