My fear

I'm afraid.
I feel like someone or something is watching me.
Listening to me.
I am afriad to speak, knowing that something would hear me.
Not my sister, not my brother, not my mother, not my pets.
Something that I can't see.
Something I'm afraid to see.
I see my closet door open.
I see the darkness lying within.
I'm afriad that something is in that darkness, ready to creep out and consume me.
I can imagine the something.
The something that may be watching me, but won't allow itself to be seen.
I'm terrified to turn around.
I talked to my sister just now and I noticed that my head started to ache.
When I silenced myself, however, the head ache disappeared.
Could the thing that is watching me, want me to stay silent?
Does it want me to stay quiet so that I won't make a sound when it attacks?
You want my advise?
Don't turn around, you'll regret it later.
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This is what I get for watching dead files late at night