The clock's slow tick, a measured dread,
Each second echoes in my head.
Shadows lengthen, twist, and creep,
While silence holds its secrets deep.
A whisper soft, a chilling sigh,
As unseen watchers linger nigh.
The floorboards creak, a ghostly tread,
A presence felt, though nothing's said.
The air grows cold, a sudden chill,
My racing heart begins to still....