Inktober day #26 Hide


Hearing whispers next to your ear but seeing nothing.
Hearing footsteps on your ceiling and thinking the ghosts are walking upside down.
Still you see nothing.
Hearing your named being called from the other room with the voice of a relative that had died just a month prior.
Objects moving in your room now, first a pen rolls off your desk.
Then your chair rolls towards you.
Hide! Hide! Hide in your closet. Your closet is safe.
Peering into your room from the small opening of your doors.
The breath of something touches your neck.
A small rustling now behind you.
You can make out the faint whisper saying; Hide.