Finding myself at the brink,

there was fear

that I might sink.

Shadow figures danced 

around each corner,

spreading across the wall

in the room’s pale light.

They looked like scary creatures

and my body was trying to decide

whether to stay and fight

or to take off in flight.

Silence can be a killer

with too much time to think.

Every bump echoed in my ear.

Did I really hear

what I thought I heard?

Imagination running wild,

as if I were a child.

I told myself it was all in my mind.

I was trying, but consolation

I did not find.

I felt just  like a fool

getting that worked up.

I haven’t been that scared 

since I was in  grade school.

I then realized how stupid I was being,

and  what I supposedly was seeing

was not real, but my imagination.

So I got brave and went one by one

checking every room,

and quickly jumped into the closets

armed with a broom.

I was drained after that ordeal

and  when I ate my meal,

I decided to go to bed

and that’s what I did,

finally secure in my head.