SOMETHING IS IN MY ROOM

SOMETHING IS IN MY ROOM

A Poem by Quickbeam
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Experiences from my childhood, living in a dusty Victorian house.

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Frosted breath, tucked in the sheets,

Eyes are still, fearing what may greet,

Ominous shadows move around,

Feet on floorboards, that creaking sound,

Paralyses of motion ready to be broken,

Silence so loud, yet not a word spoken,

Gaze upon you menacing and bright,

Darkness creeping to snuff out the light.

 

The room is full of terrors

 

Go to Sleep

 

The room is full of terrors

 

Think of jumping sheep.

© 2017 Quickbeam


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Frightningly Rapid

Great Read

Matthew

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Quickbeam

3 Years Ago

Thanks Mathew :-)
Matthew Kult

3 Years Ago

You are welcome

Matthew

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Added on October 26, 2017
Last Updated on October 28, 2017
Tags: ghost, ghosts, phantom, phantoms, Halloween, paranormal, nightmare, specter, spirit, spook, spoooky

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Quickbeam
Quickbeam

Auckland, New Zealand



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A newbie to writing and realise that it might be a thing for me. My vivid imagination needs an outlet so lets see :) 9-5 job living in Auckland. Surfing, running, guitar, gaming, engineering, thai.. more..

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