Darkness

• Rosie Eadie, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

Eerie rustling noises sweeping across my shoulder There’s a strange tingling feeling on the tip of my tongue.
The damp cold air flows with the wind making me uncomfortable.
I rap my coat tighter.
Darkness climbs up walls, making them black.
Fears becoming nightmares,
They turn true.
Haunting noises all around,
I can’t bare it any more.
“Flash!” A square of light ………………………………
Finally the movie has started.