Whispers in the Closet

a soft creak

a dark room

the door opens but no one is there

there are only things you cannot see

but it is just a door

and you are not scared of doors

you enter

and quickly turn back for the exit

you turn in search of any exit

but there is only water

water that rises to the top of your shoes and spills in

it writhes and wriggles

and tugs on your feet

hands grasp you

and you sink

then fall

suddenly you are static

restrained

you shake and thrash to no avail

you try to scream, but your voice is gone

a shape you can't discern

another room

electricity burns through your body

and voices come to you

thick and muggy like syrup injected into your veins

a different room

short breaths 

flashing lights and bee stings

wheels squeaking

a door closing

a soft creak

a dark room

the door opens but no one is there

there are only things you cannot see

but it is just a door

and you aren’t scared of doors