I know the footfalls of all who reside. Pitter patter, pitter patter, thump thump, slide. But who is that walking in the middle of the night? What is that heavy, pacing stride?
The nocturnal one regretting her ways. Who hated the sunlight, but now who waits. Waits for human stirring and the day to break. For somebody else to be awake.
Flickered the lights as I bathed in the dawn. As I was leaving, the lights snapped back on. Shaking as I pray for the right to be wrong. A flash in the corner of my eye that, at once, was gone
One night, up on my arms stood all of my hairs. The feel of a gaze and a much colder air. Scared as I dared to turn and stare. No one to see nothing was there.
"You're scaring me. Please go upstairs."
A creak up the bones of the quiet sleeping house. Unease disappeared as a sigh left my mouth. Stomp stomp stomp, in the kitchen, and then out. Back in the hallway as he walked up and down.
In and out of houses, still you stayed. Never bothered me again but you never went away. Maybe I'm just crazy, maybe I got brave. I think I heard you weeping. Are you okay?
Are you okay?