Through the eyes of others, I wonder what they see. I’m beginning to think I am different because my eyes have seen what lies beneath.

They appear in my window late at night Their scorching glare bring my breath to light. I can see them in the distance, standing still. It’s as if they want me to watch until I know they are real.

It was late last night, I knew it was not a dream. I lay asleep on my couch as the tv screen beams. The power is cut and I can’t quite breath. I know I am now surrounded by the presence for what lies beneath.

Whispers whispering Whispers whispering Whispers whispering

Silence

My eyes peek slightly at the edge of the couch.. There are cold feet covered in grime and dirt and- Blood. My heart leaps out of my mouth carrying the last breath that I breathed out. There is someone standing there that smells like a burning house.

There isn’t much I can say after last night. I made the brave decision to look with my fists out. My fists went through the air before my lids began to open. I swallow the vomit of fear. Nobody, not a single someone was there.