As being a total prey

to predatory of petrification,

my heart was always

bouncing in the hallway of horror

as a kid,

been groomed into fear,

nurtured by the bleak

scenes of horror stories,

and injected by the scare syrum

of X-files,

my mind was always captured

by a looming darkness

My eyes always howled in the

expectation of doom

Lying on my bed on night,

my nerves froze,

I succumbed to the mental psychosis

of over-imagination,

staring at the semi-opened closet,

the suspicious looking closet,

my spirit had the stench of death,

I didn't know why,

but a huge creature, hiding

in the mountain of my clothes

with red eyes, surely justified

my verdict of a monster

with the blood-thirsty eyes,

and claws that would rip me apart,

it would eat my arteries

and lick my veins

and blend my spleen for breakfast

This is a horrible imagination,

I know,

but my body shook vehemently,

obviously serenity fled,

and just as the shadow of gloomy expectation

loomed upon me with a dagger of screams,

the lights were turn on,

it was only a pile of clothes.

                                                                 By Kakraba Afful