The Hills Have Eyes
I am on my bed and I hear a sound.
It has come from far, maybe from the ground.
I sit up—scared- thinking what to do.
It is cold, but I climb down and put on my shoe.
I open the door and climb down the stairs.
I hear the windows rattle, it scares my all layers.
My moment stops, my heart beats rapidly.
Though I am coward, I want to know the reality.