The Visitor

Through the gaps in the darkness

It slips in.

With a strength nurtured by the bleakest shadows

It creeps.

Stealthy wisps and tendrils swoop –

Curling, reaching, seeking,


At once the fog collates, fuses

Forming a human shape.

A crick of the neck, a turn of the head

The darkness no impediment

It spies its prey.

The prey inhales, exhales, oblivious.

Silently, it moves in, glides, skims the floor.

Closer still –

A whisper of air disturbs the stillness:

A jolt, awake, bolt upright.

A gasp.

Then: nothing.

The Visitor



Prose for Thought

5 Comments on The Visitor

  1. Verily Victoria Vocalises
    May 11, 2016 at 4:33 pm (5 years ago)

    This is brilliantly creepy. I love the flow – it feels like whatever the energy force is, it is starting to surround you. Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought x

    • Leigh
      May 15, 2016 at 8:05 am (5 years ago)

      Thank you Vic! xx

  2. Cara
    May 9, 2016 at 11:46 am (5 years ago)

    Argh! I’ve got goosebumps!

  3. Sara | mumturnedmom
    April 25, 2016 at 2:40 pm (5 years ago)

    Ooo! This is rather creepy, what a sinister visitor! Love it šŸ™‚ The tension really builds, and what a great ending! Thank you so much for sharing with #ThePrompt x

    • Leigh
      April 27, 2016 at 7:20 pm (5 years ago)

      Thanks so much Sara! It’s one of those that kind of came out…a psychologist would have a field day, no doubt! šŸ™‚ xxx


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