The Man

Every time I go to bed,I see a man.

A man looking at me.

He is tall and thin.

Every night, I get into bed and turn off the light. Then he comes.

The man. He stares at me, waiting for when I fall asleep.

To come and get me. He wants to do something to me.

I don’t know what. But something. I will never be safe,

for as long as He is here. Every time I see him,

my heart beats a thousand times faster. I start to shake with nerves

because of my greatest fear,

The Man. I fear getting out of bed at night.

Even the thought of him clamping his bony fingers around my ankles

sends a shiver down my spine.

One night I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.

I looked up and...

a SPOOKAY story,

by Adam