Mute Quake
It’s
Dead
Ahead
Droning
Thudding
Dribbling
Budding
Footsteps pulsating
Vibrating
Echoing
Juddering
Resonating
Intruder stalking
Snooping
Creeping
Slinking
Sneaking
Paranoia steeping
Maniacking
Delusioning
Neurosising
Lunacing
Shades illusory
Hallucinating specters
Horrifying ghosts
Smokey mirrors
Nerve-racking trespassers
Dangerous wraiths
White noise
Terror evinced
Poltergeist vision
Static reception
Unsteadily searching
Through the hallways
Muffled feet walking
Cautiously creaking boards
On floors proximate
A prowler lingers
Falling dust from ceiling
Skittering and clattering above
Sweat beads on forehead
Anxiety tingle is elevating
Sensing sinister shuffling someplace
He won’t be found
He can’t be found
Not until
He finds you
Something behind
Rattling in
The hallway
Yet when turned to face
Nothing is there
Pitch heightens
Darkening
Shadows fluctuating
Shapeshifting audio discrepancies
A voice from below
It’s only nothing
Reverberating off
Skylights
And walls
Silhouette in window
Morphs away into a
Tangling rose bush
Blowing in
Wind
Grey shapes
Melding
Manifesting
Cresting
Evaporating
Something here is off
Tremoring
Walking
Slowly
In a
Hall
