Awake

She was asleep.

But not anymore.

The once endless silence

Is now filled with

Whisperings,

Quiet screeches,

And the ever lingering gaze

Of the invisible watchers.

Who sends chills up her spine

Forcing to retreat into her blanket,

Away from the room whose temperature

Seems to steadily drop,

And from the crack of the door

She sees white,

Drifting, back and forth.

Until it stops.

And the door starts to open

And in the dark of the night

She sees the white reflected in her eyes.

Inhumane hallucination

Spindly arms reaching towards her

Dark eyes of endless pupils

Smiles sent from hell

And it was gone.