Watched

A feeling of dread.

a thundering chill,

a momentary panic.

I jolt from a dead sleep,

glancing at the window,

fearing the sight

that lies behind.

A feeling of being watched,

the sound of a voice

a whisper of promises

a menacing leering.

The voice of ages,

the sound of horror films

that voice inside you

the viewer screaming

don't go in the door

don't go down the hall

don't explore the darkness

and ignoring the voice

I reach for the shade

fearing the unknown

but having to see.

Brushing the shade aside

I gasp.

Darkness greets me

and nothing else

my panic alone

to comfort my fear.

I slide the window shut

to prevent further dreams

further sounds

noises

promises

to lead me to fear.

I restlessly slept

and as the sun arose

I woke

with shadows under my eyes

I looked to my side

to find my window opened

and a note pinned to my shirt

that said

I'm still watching.