Poetry Contest Entry
Artist - Unknown
© Jan Even personlig
Shriek
~By Kittykat
It's late October just after four,
When I hear a knocking at my door,
I get out of bed put my feet on the floor,
to see who is knocking at my door.I creep to the window to take peek,
No one is there so I start to sneak,
Down the stairs which groan and creak,
I reach the bottom then hear a shriek.A shriek of terror outside my door,
I freeze to the spot I can move no more,
The noise chills me to the very core,
Who is that shrieking outside my door?I inch slowly closer feet like lead,
I know I should never have left my bed,
My body shaking, a cold sweat on my forehead,
I reach the door and open it with dread.I close my eyes tight afraid to see,
What it is that is screaming as loud as can be,
But suddenly silence is all around me,
I open my eyes but it's all empty.I pull the door right open and look all around,
To see if I can see what was making that sound,
But the night is all clear, no one to be found,
Then I turn my eyes to the ground.And I see who was knocking at my door,
Their mouth wide open but shrieking no more,
Their eyes open in fear but seeing no more,
And I start to scream like never before.
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