The shadows flick across the darkened room.

I imagine these are demons in their evil dance,

although I know it is only the passing cars.

 

I hear strange noises coming from the attic.

I imagine this to be a serial killer stomping around,

although I know it is the mouse I chased

away a few days ago.

 

I hear an anguished moan.

I imagine it to be my dead lover,

although I know it is only the

groaning wind.

 

My bedroom door slowly opens.

I imagine this to be the wind,

although I know it is my dead lover.