Though it was soft and subtle,
She was sure this time, wasn’t she?
Surely there was a sound
Wasn’t there?
A haunting hand trailed down her back
She could swear she felt it, didn’t she?
Again there it was, the cold touch
Yet she turned around to emptiness
Calming down, she took a deep breath
Opening her lungs to an unpleasant stench
A horrid and potent rot
The rot of something once alive
Shadows emerging from darkness
Inching closer each second
Reaching out for her
With shut eyes, she let out a bone-chilling scream
Opening her eyes to nothing at all
“None of it was real”
But then, there it is again
That sound, surely there was one