3 AM

Have you ever witnessed a 3am horror?

When the lights are out, and you can visualise, in the darkness, your fear taking shape.

Have you ever felt it to be real?

Was it ever, in fact, real?

Silhouette

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beneath the stories

that I have penned

a few ghosts rested

asleep, unearthed

the closet was locked

I had thrown away the key

then came the knock

I was no longer me

why bury what haunts

the memories of the past

the skeletons screamed aloud

the cupboard wouldn't last

whispers were heard

and echoes in the room

the light was turned off

and then, a sudden 'boom'

I woke up with a sweat

no, this wasn't a dream

a connection was made

with a world beyond my realm

I could feel her touch

my body shuddered, froze

the icy glare, the sharp nails

I shut my eyes close

the moon peeped scared

the silhouette now in sight

"What is your name?" asked she

I screamed with all my might

 This Poem is shared with Prompt Nights - Ghost Stories.