Shivers, creeping down your spine
Grabbing you like a demon of ice
You are shaking, each passing terror
Gripped by the visions of the unholy

Nothing can stop these feelings now
Bubbling up like the foulest pit
Nausea like a fist, clenching inside
But  nothing can be seen, nothing there

That feeling there is something behind you
Watching, waiting, ready to strike
For what can be more terrifying, my friend
Than having to face fear, the horror of *fear itself