An evil laugh echoing through the night
My skin crawling with fright
Nervously, my eyes scanning the dark
Frightening sound, so stark
Cautiously pushing on
My comfort totally gone
Glowing set of eyes appear
Sudden, overwhelming rush of fear
Just a foraging possum looking back
Out for a late night snack
Woods closing in
Fighting the trepidation within
Welcoming porch light
It's appearance such a delight
Rapidly, I open the door
Rush of warmth, I ignore
Quickly closing the door behind
Such a relief, the lock I find
Reality or imagination
Safe within, the elation
Was it real or just in my head
Not caring as I jump in my bed
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