Chilled Poem by Melvina Germain

Chilled (This happens sometimes when I can't sleep)

Chills coming from ghostly images, whilst
Shadows dance vividly against a cold marble wall.
Floors groaning, step by step as I trudge a haunted hallway.
What eyes are following my path, I cringe at the idea of looking
back. Hold steady old girl, I warn myself, you are not alone on this
journey. Awww whispers coming from everywhere, dare I turn around.
A faint touch upon my shoulder but no man or woman do I see. O Lord
whatis to become of me. Am I alive or dead, I pinch myself and hope to scream. Perhapsthis is the beginning or end of a nightmare within the dreadful darkness of a midnight dream.