Look out the window at night
Down the corridor with no lights
Perhaps there's something under the table
Try not to scream as your eyes grow unstable
Above you, behind you, why are you up so late?
What is the fear of the monster but the fear of the wait?
Remember, sit calmly and try not to portray slimy dread
The slightest movement and you might end up dead
Maybe it's nothing, maybe it'll go away if you pretend
But remember, the amount of breaths you take may depend.
If only you had brought a light, a friend, a blanket to protect, if only if only.
But on nights like this, your mind becomes aware of your existence so lonely.
Now if only there were a thing for company, a creature, a thing with a mouth to speak.
To lighten up the silent mood; to break the tendrils of the unknown; but what if it’s a freak?
Suddenly the walls extend, the air becomes cold, the roof unroofed, and you fear what has been delayed
Being trapped by the frozen nails does little to fight the horrors that the mind has been dying to portray.
Each sentence is meant to get progressively longer, like how time seems to last longer and longer when scared. Text kinda also resembles a lamp.
