In the dark places it hides

The night stalker

The one who knows your fear

Knows what you’re hiding

Below the floor boards

In the basement

In your backyard

It knows and it’s coming

Bite your nails

Begin to sweat with anticipation

Anticipation of the inevitable

Dark deeds done in quiet places

Safe places

No longer hidden

Dead lumps of flesh

Dead eyes staring back at you

Coagulating blood dripping from the traces of their mouths

Unending agony gnawing at the nape of your neck

Pricking at your frazzled nerves

You are no longer in control

It comes

And you

You are not safe

The night stalker is…




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