Sometimes I don’t understand
Why I didn’t realize as a child
That the house I lived in was haunted
The windows, always the windows
I was terrified of them
Something was watching me in the woods
I made my parents buy me thick curtains that were never opened
Nightmares of faces scared me in the night
The woods I had grown up in,
That had raised me
Felt dangerous
And I had no idea why
Creaks in the night
Windows, so many windows
Burning at night with something unholy
When I was a toddler, so I am told
I woke screaming of demons in the air
Attacking me, swooping down to me
When I was a pre-teen, my fear of the windows drove me to my sisters floor where I slept for half a year
Something was lurking in the dark
Step outside children
And feel the cold creeping up on you
You are being watched, always watched
Your mother feels it too
This land is cursed
Only this house, built by your father, protects you
Come out to play children
We are waiting