It starts with that feeling of being unsettled….

With those chills that slowly creep up your spine.

Goosebumps form on your arms.

A cool whisper of breath is in your ear,

So gentle, yet a wisp of hair moves,

In a room with no open windows.

As you try to shake it off,

There’s a deep disturbing sense that you are being watched.

Impossible! There’s no one else here.

The next day…..

Muted voices whisper in the kitchen,

You look and no ones there.

A strong scent of tobacco lingers,

But it’s a smoke free home.

It must be my imagination.

And that’s just the beginning…..

Footsteps like to echo through the hallways,

As you try to fall asleep.

There’s a dark shadow near your closet,

It moves.

You jump and suddenly it’s gone!

You snuggled deeper into your blankets,

Completely at a loss.

Did I just…..??? What was that?

Strange things just keep happening.

Keys move.

Pictures tilt.

Lights have a mind of their own.

Something isn’t right…..

Living alone now overwhelms you.

Your imagination is out of control.

You wrap your blankets tight around your body,

Like that is the only thing to keep you safe.

But safe from what?

The truth is you are never alone here,

In this new place that you’re living in.

You think the former owners are long gone,

But obviously they’re not.

For now they are just:

            Unseen

 

Written by Irene (that’s me!) from ‘TheyOnceCalledHerPumpkin’ in response to today’s Daily Prompt: Unseen

(Featured Photo was taken by me at the Jennie Wade House in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania)

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