In bed trying to sleep
The empty house makes tapping noises
Darkness and cool air
turning around in bed
Visions of the grey blue unidentified spectre
Then the hand of something icy on my shoulder
Distant whispers
yet no fear have I found
I turn face first into the spirit
I howl and the horrific frustration leaks out
The coldness disappears
I slip into REM
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