The moon is bright the wind is howling the trees rustle the bushes bustle

My heart thumping My fist clenching My steps as loud as thunder as I walk and wonder

Why am I here My mind has deserted me All I can think is remember to blink.

I reach for the door knob And twist it slightly My hands shaking the door breaking

A loud scream rings through the air I freeze, I stop But I don't care...