#WritcoPoemPrompt82
At night when I lay in bed,
As I drift towards my sleep,
When the eve becomes shadowy red,
My slumber has begun deep.

But suddenly I feel a chill,
A presence in the room,
My heart begins to race, I'm still,
As shadows start to loom.

I hear a creak, a whisper near,
A ghostly figure appears,
My breath catches,...