Black skies appeal
Dark places, damp floors
Coldness crawling over you like spiders
Death sneaking through creaking doors
Tension building
Heart racing
Eyes searching
Mind chasing
Thoughts blurring
Till it happens!
Nothing...
More waiting
In desirable gloom
In the festering dark
In the murderers room
Dark places. damp floors
Coldness crawling over you like spiders
Waiting for Death via creaking doors
In my novel