The night oozes through the window,
as my thoughts turn to fear,
PC game has my mind running,
in overdrive gear.

Coalescing shadows,
empowered by lightning,
the thunder is booming,
this night is frightening.

Evil drops,
from gelatinous form,
as the phantasm looms there,
intense as the storm.

Over my shoulder,
I feel a stare,
I turn and look,
lightning flashes, nobody is there.

Back to my screen,
I still feel a presence,
don't want to look,
what makes up its essence?

The storm blowing passed,
lessening lightning and sounds,
evil is leaving,
no longer around?