
Who Was It?
I Am Still Haunted By The Thought
It was a bright August afternoon Sun blazing and I was Alone in the house Doing my little school girl’s Schoolwork with nothing To give me company except For a few books. Suddenly The doorbell rang, twice and the Little me was startled. Who would it be? I peeked out the window Cuz Mama had told me Not to open it Unless it was her. I looked around and found No one there. I felt A tingle, a slight tremor Behind me. Who is it? I asked. Got no reply. Yet I could feel someone, Something standing Right behind me. Watching. Just Watching. I freaked out a little, Not knowing what to do. I turned back to my room where The pages fluttering In the afternoon breeze. Wait, breeze? The windows Were all closed. In the hot august noon I was shivering with cold. Who was it watching me? What was it watching me? It had been many years Since that day, yet The fear of the unknown Still lingers in me.






