I wake at three in the morning
Sweat beads are streaming down my forehead
My breath comes in short gasps
My whole body shudders
The clock in the hall is still clanging
Announcing the witching hour
I climb out of my creaking bed
And touch my feet to bare, cold floor
I stumble into my hallway
And I feel my heart pounding in my chest
I can imagine terrifying things behind me
But when I turn, there is nothing there
Oh how cursed this hour is
How much terror it brings
But it is the hour that I wake up on
Every passing night
There is nothing in the hallway
So I climb into my bed again
Pulling the covers over my trembling head
I try not to scream
I can feel eyes watching me
But when I look, there is no such thing
I fall asleep, and then I dream
I dream of nightmarish creatures
Surrounding me
Catching me
Swallowing me into blackness
I wake up shrieking
It is now four in the morning
The clock is still clanging
Announcing the end of the witching hour
I fall asleep
And dream of normal things
Author notes
I just watched the Exorcism Of Emily Rose, and the movie relates to the witching hour, so yeah. I was kind of thinking of that while I was writing.
A contest entry
- PIF - Witching Hour by Luckintheshadows.
400 points, ended July 7, 2008, 4 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Oh, *shivers* what an absolutely chilling poem you've got here! wow...I love the imagery of this,
"I dream of nightmarish creatures
Surrounding me
Catching me
Swallowing me into blackness"
^^^LOVE this right here...In some ways I can relate to this poem, having suffered night terrors as a child!
Thank you for sharing this, and for entering my contest,
Luck.
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