Witching Hour

Another night of being followed

Shadows creep around corners

Branches feel like arms reaching at me

Bushes buckle with sinister intentions

The neighborhood is devoid of noise,

Except for a single footstep in the distance

Crickets chased away from singing their song

The moon singles me out from above

I can see the outlines of faces in the windows

I can feel eyes burning through my back

Every house is suspicious to me

Every turn is a welcome to terror

All I can do is anticipate anguish

And walk towards my empty home

A house as quiet as the lonely street

As I get nearer my fear grows inside

I despise this horrific walk I take

Rushing up the steps feeling relief

My key twists the lock to open

I've survived the witching hour