Knock
Roll over, it's in my dream
Again
But I'm so comfortable
More, urgently
And I'm awake, again
Knock

Knock

Knock, knock
Not at the bedroom door, no
Knocking
The window is empty
My night is brisk
No wilting lovers
Tapping stones off my pane

Nope

Knock, knock, knocking
Not from the attic,
No ghostly chains in the basement
Such horrors on the tube
Frantic now, stabbing tattoo on glass
Knocking, knocking, knocking
Then, in mid tap, it stops

Silence

It's abrupt, white knuckled
I search the house, room to room
My bat, seems small in my fists
Shadows seem to move
Just behind my back
I'm never quite fast enough
But I can hear them move

But nothing

Pulling the blankets up
Rolling over again
Not entirely sure,
But there is no one
Nothing near
Scratching...

I hear

Knocking
Scratching
Knock, knock
Knocking
Scratch

I'm up
Again, again
I can hear them now
Clearly, in the night
From the house
I drain, white

The **mirror