THE SOUNDS OF A LONELY HOUSE ECHOS
THE UPSTAIRS INHABITANTS COME ALIVE
A WICKED COLD ESCAPES TO THE ATMOSPHERE
THE ROARING TRAFFIC SPEAKS
A WILD STREET FIGHT EMERGES
AN OLD RUSTED DOOR ABUSED
I get a feeling of much eeriness (is that a word-I don't think so, but I hope you get my point). Like I should be loooking over my shoulder to make sure the dude in the trench coat isn't following me, ecept when I look back: he's no longer there--ok, so that was a really bad parellel, I shouldn't read poetry while I'm still tired. But it holds much creepiness. And in line two did you mean tick tock?