This post was actually going to be entitled ‘Creeped Out’ but spellchecker doesn’t like the word Creeped. In a flash of inspiration, Crypt Out filled the void!
Shadows followed me wherever I looked,
The wind howled through the trees outside.
Footsteps followed me as I walked,
Yet when I stopped, they stopped.
Strange noises echoed into the night,
One here, one there, one here again.
I felt a breath upon my neck
No – it was a touch – a hand!
I turned quickly, yet no-one was there.
Another noise caused me to turn again,
A black cat ran by ahead, eyes glowing
Screaming, chasing or being chased?
Tapping ahead – or behind – hard to tell
Not tapping – beating
A heartbeat
My heartbeat
Pounding
Pounding
Pounding
A noise
I hold my breath
A scream
I run
Into a wall…!
Lost
I’m lost.
But I can hear the outside.
I can hear the safety and the freedom.
Just have to keep moving forward,
And not allow the fear to consume me.
The darkest hour is always just before dawn.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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