Don't Look
It's easy in the dark, to sneak about on muffled footsteps. Carpets, rugs, blankets make the foot fall soft. Shadows. Always hide in the shadows, in the dark. Never be seen in the light. Never be found. Move swiftly, softly, fleeting about. Stay in the corner of their eye; be gone when they look. Tease them. Noises, faint. Make them wonder if they hear. Make them worry. Paranoid. Paranoia begets fear. Fear begets terror. Terror begets me. Make them frantic, searching. Don't let them find. Be behind them, hiding, creeping, stalking. Closer now, move closer. Hear their heart racing, thump, thump, thumping in the silence. Smell their fear, their terror. Closer, closer, till you hear their thoughts Yes, close enough. They feel the itch on their neck, the tingling on their scalp. It is me. They feel a chill coursing through them, raising their hair. Yes, it is me. They feel someone watching from behind. They feel the urge to turn about.
Don't look behind you.
Don't look behind you.
11/26/13