Fear Filled Fridays (5/25/2018): The Attic

The room is cold,

no light filters into the gloom.

A quiet abandoned place,

dark, full of doom.

Footsteps echo,

walking across the floor.

I listen to them move,

as they reach the attic door.

The door opens,

closes back.

Footsteps on the stairs,

on a downward track.

I crawl inside my covers,

listen as the steps draw near.

Should I run?

Should I hide?

The covers shift,

the ghost is by my side.