Shadows creep across the room silently, stealthily,
hiding imagined horrors that lurk, in the corner
or behind the door of the wardrobe.
The need to reach out and flick a switch
is tempered by the fear
of touching an unknown, or worse,
something grasping your outstretched hand.
Each creak and bump becomes,
in your mind, a beast, a burglar, an ogre.
A scurrying of mice or a phalanx of spiders
bearing down on you.
Paralyzed by fear,
your mind cannot stop thinking
of ghosts and ghouls and
all things that crawl
Cocoon yourself in the covers
safety lies within
solace from the greatest threat
your own imagination.