I don’t think my eyes are working quite right
There’s something at the edge of my vision
Creeping slowly into sight but vanishing when I turn to look
Shadows seem suddenly less empty
Even now, I see it there
Beyond the doorway in the dark hall
Watching me?

My ears aren’t working right, either
Noises that are not there, voices that do not exist
Constant rustle of soft words in velvet silence
The whisper I hear right now
A quiet plea in the night:
“Please let me in”
Is surely my imagination.

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