Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 24, 2015

Chilled (This happens sometimes when I can’t sleep)~by Melvina Germain


 

 

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 what

is to become of me.  Am I alive or dead, I pinch myself and hope to scream. Perhaps

this is the beginning or end of a nightmare within the dreadful darkness of a midnight dream.

 

Written By:  Melvina Germain

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