Who's In The Kitchen? Poem by Medusa Waves

Theres a light slithering thru my bedroom door
sneaky like a snake
I feel a chill begin upward
and helplessy, i shake
'who is there? '
I call-silently from inside
and feel a spurse of cool air
coming from the door
my jaw is locked
and heart pounds quick
as i looked at the door-quite shocked
i belive i heard a sound-
like the sound of a hard pound
and i begin to gain power
Who is there-I demanded louder
hearing the clock tick the hour
I stood from my bed-and went to the door
took the cold handle and turned it slow
as i did, i began to think of the possiblities
A robber, a killer, a miller? A guy with a hat?
I swung open the door as i took to my hand a bat
to my surprise, a saw no man with a hat-
the switch was on- and i searched around,
high above-down below
my face on the cold ground-
No one-
I felt reliefed and wondered why the lights were on
and at that moment remebered-
I was the one to leave them on