note to self: don't forget to identify the problem!

Scared of the Dark Obsessive Compulsive Style aka A Ghost Story

By: ffluffy

Dedicated to: Rubicante and the xmas tree in the window of my fav mexican food place...in March

I looked under the bed and in the closet, behind the door, under the bed and under the bed again.  I could feel my heart race and my breath came quick and bumpy out of my throat.  I looked under the bed again and then jumped into it and closed my eyes.  If I kept them shut I wouldn’t see anything.  I squeezed but gave in to the shadows and had to take a peak.  I couldn’t even hear my own inhale, only my mind, so I looked under the bed again and in the closet.  I left the closet door open, not sure if that would be better then leaving it shut.  Maybe whatever it was would run in the closet and I could ram the door behind it.  I looked behind the door again and then dove under the covers.  Still, just me and my heart, but was that movement?  Or dust bunnies dancing in the moonbeams?  Did I leave that hat hanging on the back of the chair or is that the head of a ghost?  Breathe.  Breathe.  Breathe.  Breathe deep. Tomorrow I need to clean under the bed, is that a sock, or a monsters hand reaching for me?  I curse the day I read Where the Wild Things Are.