Creaking in the walls
A step down the halls
I feel as if I’m being watched
Turn
Blinking, searching, what am I looking for?
There’s nothing there
Facing forward in the still air
Only to hear a creak in my chair
Turn
Glancing, looking, searching
I know it was my chair; why do I have to look?
Staring;
Watching;
I feel like I’m being watched
What do I do?
Breathe
Who’s there?
Breathe
What’s going on?
Breathe
Silence,
The panic is gone