Fear
I hope it's creepy enough
You know that feeling creeping up your spine? Cold, wet, shivering, like drinking brine? It makes you weak and buckles your knees, Filled with dread and trying to flee. Walk down the hall almost pitch black, Too scared to run, not daring to look back. What is that sound? A creak; a groan. Neither are yours, you're not alone. No one to help you or hold your hand, What do they want? What do they have planned? Air filled wit...