Spine Tingler Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Uh oh, here it comes again
that tingling feeling; it runs up my spine!
The sourness of anxiety chokes
and sticks in my throat.

Something in the darkness lurks;
I feel a presence I know I do.
All my senses go on high alert;
I case out the room, locks on windows and doors.

Damn this creeping fear and paranoia! !
Has me in its grips about to come undone
when the humor in it all erupts;
oddly, the heavy ominous mood lifts.

In the light of laughter they succumb,
none of the bad guys or monsters ever come.
Okay that's it, now I feel completely dumb;
no more Fright Night movies before bed!