Don’t Look Behind You
Every night at midnight,
I hear footsteps in the hall.
Slow and heavy, one by one,
then silence by my wall.
I live alone.
At least, I thought I did.
Last night, I heard breathing
coming softly from my bed.
I held my breath and listened,
the breathing stopped instead.
Then a whisper touched my ear:
“Why did you stop?”
I ran toward the bedroom,
but the door was locked from inside.
I could hear something laughing
on the other side.
I searched for the spare key,
my hands shaking as I tried.
Then my phone began to ring.
The caller was me.
I answered.
Nothing.
Just breathing.
Then my own voice whispered:
“Whatever you do…
don’t look behind you.”
I froze.
Because the voice wasn't coming
from the phone anymore.
It was coming
from directly behind me.
I felt something cold
rest against my shoulder.
A mouth whispered:
“You always turn around.”
I closed my eyes.
And waited.
One second.
Two.
Three.
Then I heard footsteps running away.
I opened my eyes.
The hallway was empty.
But my bedroom door was open.
And written across the wall
in fresh, wet letters:
“HE'S BEHIND YOU.”
I didn't turn around.
I didn't breathe.
Because something behind me
started breathing first.
And then,
it laughed with my voice. 🩸
BY LILLY.
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Author:
Lillyyyyyyy (
Offline) - Published: September 21st, 2026 08:51
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
This one kept me on the edge of my seat! Great job.
Thank you.
A bad dream, a horror episode that tell that fear itself reside within us not outside. Nicely done
Thank you so much! I really love that interpretation, the idea that the scariest things aren’t always outside us, but can come from our own fears and minds. I’m glad the poem gave you that feeling!
You are most welcome Lilly
I don't think 'Spiritual' quite covers it - creepy wierd gets closer. Anyway I scurried through to the end in a wee bit of a hurry...
Haha, “creepy weird” might actually be a better description! Thank you for reading it, even if you had to scurry through the ending, I’m glad it managed to give you that unsettling feeling
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