Witching Hour
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

A flicker of light
a candle's flame.
The smell of sulfur
nostril's inflamed.

The air stagnant
temperature falls.
Whispers now echo
off every wall.

Out of the darkness
hair stands on end.
Whispers and moans
a frightful portend.

Your name floats
upon a breeze.
As the thermometer
drops ten degrees.

Your breath hangs
as a foggy mist.
Two dimensions
must coexist.

Out of darkness
a figure appears.
A tall cloaked being
invokes all my fears.

Slowly it crept onward
forward I faced.
It charged for me
I exited in haste.

Doors slammed shut
windows shatter.
Screams surround
the vermin scatter.

My heartbeats loudly
it's hard to swallow.
I make for the exit
the Spector follows.

Out of the dark void
a loud piercing peal.
I reach for the door
experience surreal.

Into the night's air
escaping demised.
Feeling of dread
my destiny revised.

Forever changed
scarred of mind.
Lost in my sanity
free and confined.