The room is dark
a creak,
I wake.
I sit right up,
try not to shake.
I hold my breath
Time seems to slow
in the keyhole
I see its glow
It's now behind my bedroom door
I feel it shuffling through the floor
It moves away
I dare not blink
tonight I'll lock the door I think
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