Terrors of the Night

I will tell them I know nothing.

My heart pace quickens as the night draws near.

Voices in my head run rampant,

Like horse hooves pounding the wet pavement,

The carriage wheels spinning with speed and squeaking from ware.

I hear them coming for me.

Knocks thud like thunder and rain on my fragile wooden door.

Hidden corners deceive me,

I have no escape.

Screeching voices echo through my shallow halls,

The floors shake from the stomping of their rain soaked boots.

They have found me.

I tremble as the words escape my lips.

I tell them I know nothing.

-N.B.

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