Season of the Nightly Terrors

A few streets away, a bridge connects two neighborhoods.
In my dreams, there he stands, the faceless man
Dressed in a tattered suit, he searches for a sound
Hidden in the closet of my bedroom, I shudder silently
The vibrations alone attract him closer to my home
He walks in the middle of the road
The fog separating with fear before him
Moonlight pierces through the clouds,
And illuminates his presence, a petrifying sight,
With each breath that I take, he comes closer,
Until he stands right before my door,
His worn out boots visible from underneath.
The doorknob turns and before he can creep inside,
I wake up

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