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