• The night is still
    The moon is bright
    Eyes gleam out
    From behind the trees
    Your heart begins to beat
    Faster and faster
    More eyes appear
    You speed up your pace
    The bushes rustle
    You break into a run
    The wind whips your face
    There are hurried footsteps
    Right behind you
    You stop dead in your tracks
    The footsteps stop
    You turn around
    Nothing is there
    It was only
    Your mind
    Undoubtedly tricking you