Blank Terror

It's dark outside.
Pouring rain.. and I'm alone.
The sound of water hitting the roof.
Tense but calm.
The cold air rushes in under the door.
Electricity is off. . only the night seems real.
Lightning and thunder.
The lonely little wooden cottage crackles..
And I drift away.. dreaming.
Deep breaths, silent voices.
The trees start to shake awake.
The fire dies away slowly..
I feel it.
Getting colder, getting quieter.
He creeps closer.. and closer to my window.
Somehow, I'm not afraid.
I know him.
The light fades and eyes close . .
"Come out and play little girl "
..Blank terror

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