The Haunting Poem by Phil Soar

In a vestibule so dark and hung with cobwebs
Lurked something that my mind was quick to see
Even though though I knew it was impossible
The thing was clear as anything to me

It crawled along the ceiling with anonymity
Pretending it was only in my mind
But still the darkness played it's tricks successfully
It was creeping up on me from far behind

I felt a sense of tingling from the sense of it
As goosebumps slowly crept along my spine
And yet I felt that I was only dreaming it
And all this was a fabric of my mind

And then the light was opening up ahead of me
As night turned into dawn approaching fast
I ran to make an exit from the haunting
And breathed as if I'd almost breathed my last