Breeze in the corridors
Smoke in the rooms
Sounds from the kitchen
When all are asleep
Footsteps inside the living room
A tall dark shadow cast a shadow from across the passage
Creaking wooden floors
A hazy chill
A sign of the evil inside
Then I see it!
First it was a boy standing at the foot end of my bed
Who threw himself backwards on all fours
The hands awkwardly twisted inward
It looks like a dog
But it really is not
It has the body of a human
Its head upside down
The longer I look the bigger and closer it comes
My blankets moving on their own
Lifting in the air as if someone was there pulling
Or they had a mind of their own
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