Chilled

Chilled (This happens sometimes when I can't sleep) Chills coming from ghostly images, whilst Shadows dance vividly against a cold marble wall. Floors groaning, step by step as I trudge a haunted hallway. What eyes are following my path, I cringe at the idea of looking back. Hold steady old girl, I warn myself, you are not alone on this journey. Awww whispers coming from everywhere, dare I turn around. A faint touch upon my shoulder but no man or woman do I see. O Lord whatis to become of me. Am I alive or dead, I pinch myself and hope to scream. Perhapsthis is the beginning or end of a nightmare within the dreadful darkness of a midnight dream.