Tenebrae

Feeling down the hall For the switch The light comes on but there's nothing there That window's open now what do I do Did a psycho enter here or not at all A slow pace draws me to the window I shut it tight and draw the shade I turn around silhouette slams door I freeze in terror, a light clicks on I wake in shock stiff as a board It feels like spiders are in my bed Ten minutes later I start to breath but I'm being watched.