At the end of the corridor the ceiling light had burned out one of 6 on this floor this made the last 10 feet extremely dark until ones' eyes adjusted and when the remaining light slowly allowed her to see shapes she noticed the still shadow she wanted to use the stairwell at this end as the elevator had been jumpy and in her mind, unsafe she paused and considered what could make this shadow other than her silly imagination and as she continued to focus the shadow became clear, distinct it was that of a man tall and broad and as she watched he turned, ever so slightly and began to move towards her no window, no furniture nearby to cause this oddity her inclination to find explanation quickly dissolved and fear was now the emotion that guided her that led her to the elevator without a thought to look back 'OUT OF ORDER' the sign screamed in large red letters now she had to look and there he was in the lighted area now the shadow standing out like black on white and he was looking at her no eyes, no face but she knew he was looking at her she ran to the other end of the 8th floor corridor damning her insomnia along the way opened the stairwell door and glanced ever so quickly he was within 5 feet of the door her scream echoed up to the 12th and down to the 1st floor lobby loud enough for the single front desk agent to hear followed by the sound of her body thud against the 1st floor stairwell concrete first bouncing off several of the metal handrails on its way down "Obvious suicide" said the first investigator on the scene to the hotel manager "No signs of a struggle" "But why would such a beautiful young lady like this want to take her own life?" the manager queried "That is not for you nor I to understand, my friend. Only the shadows know"
oldie - not really a poem...more of a really short story...I hope you can indulge me