Norma Creaking floorboards and howling winds. Were the sounds accompanying me in my closet shrieking, For the fear of Her was the beginning of my woes. Her image, a continual loop in my head. Haunting my secluded self , Causing the hair on my skin to stand at attention. My imagination picturing her again and again; Her dark fangs smeared with blood. Her lips an unflinching pitch black With a Cheshire cat grin birthing tremulous murmurs. Her serpent like tongue dancing and hissing. With darkened eyes of blood and fire, Her existence clothed in the colours of darkness. And then suddenly, my enclosed space turns into an infinite expanse of darkness. I hear those unmistakable murmurs of tremor and feel the serpent dance on my face. I hear the anguish in the voices of those she's devoured calling out to me I turn back and all I see are those fiery bloodshot eyes coming for me. Aaaaaaaaaaaah I scream And almost immediately, the lights go out. ©idowu_solomon #horror
