that wakens at the smell of smoke. it lingers
in the thoughts of all children, cold and cowering
under the sheets of their beds.
it is the fear of what exists beyond the darkness,
what lurks in the paranormal chill with the hands
that reach out and grab and the mouths and
eyes with a thousand teeth.
the terror that keeps you awake at night,
trapped in a restless vigil with only the dim
moonlight and your stuttering heart for
it is the fear of watching,
and being watched in turn; the silent fear.