through empty rooms.
Foolish, for thinking themselves to be alone.
Laughter, at the edge of their hearing,
Or merely the wind?
Slam! The windows scurry shut.
C r e a k ! A door swung open without prompting.
bum-bum! Heartbeat racing.
Music? But who could stand to hear such eerie tones?
The neighbors, they think, have always been strange;
A prank, perhaps, or just strange tastes.
With such sound logic, none could protest,
Except for the heart beating in his chest.
Silence? The mysterious night settles down.
Investigation ensues, but all inquiries come up empty.
c r e a k , The door settles into place.
Howl! cries the wind, beating against the shutters
Shhh, whispers a voice not there a moment before.
Frozen, the heart stills and comprehends,
A beat it shall have no more.