The feeling creeping down your spine
A cold finger caressing your back
Chilled to the bone
Winds whisper of death

Corridors stretching into darkness
Creaking stairs, eyes burning into your soul
The heavy silence of waiting
Hair rises on the back of your neck

Thud of footsteps
Panting, short breaths
It giggles maniacally
A little girl's laugh- madness

It watches you sleep
It knows where you are
And it is coming
Don't turn around

It whispers into your ear
"Don't be afraid... it's just a game..."
It taunts you, and haunts you
You are its prey