Ghosts are real
in their footsteps
along the landing
ethereal whisps
form a translucence
of a figure watching you,
seeing all.
Depriving you
of sleep\'s comfort
and restlessness
beckons you \'follow\'
along a hallway never seen
to a door of neverness.
Stirring the chill of fear
into your bones
compelling eyes
take your mind.
Other\'s hands cold caress
as you pass beyond
self control into
a madness
of acceptance
willing, willing
you give of your soul
and SCREAM!
To nothing,
finding yourself
shivering cold
alone in the darkness
of the bedroom
they always kept
locked from you.