With the shadow that walked with her,
she knew,
she was not home alone tonight
The sixth sense was working
It was true
Dinner was not a lonely time.
The light behind the shadowed wall
From the half moon with a full glare.
There were shadows
Bent around the corner
In the dark with a little light.
The moon
Beaming in from the window
an evil frown
She would never be alone
Because there were shadows which followed,
shadows to give company.
And this was different
these shadow, unlike the others,
not her own.
Unwanted silhouettes
cold, lifeless,
transparent yet opaque
Following.
Prompt given by Mindllovemisery’s Menagerie Prompt 55 “Slowly Dawning Horror”