Midnight Chime

The yawning of a door near the midnight chime heralds the entrance of something within our frightened mind. We listen with intent as chains are dragged across an empty floor. We shout out, “Who goes there? ” Only to receive silence as a midnight reply. We lay in our beds covers raised above our heads wondering what monsters have entered our castle wall. A low and distant moan echoes in our ears. We shrink in silence of our fears. “Who goes there? ” We shout again in a voice lost to the noise of a door slam. Our faces drain of colour becoming chalk white at the thought of monsters that are just out of our sight. Through the night, the noises continue as we shrink in silence waiting for morning to call. We lay there frozen, petrified by fear not knowing what to make of all the sounds we hear. As the first streaks of morning beginning to call and exhausted by our experience into sleep we fall.