The Shadow in the Window
-By Liam Odynsky

A normal old day in the normal old present.
I slunk to my room,
my room was quite pleasant.

I had a large Dresser,
that was painted a dark green,
I painted it myself,
me and my late father.

I looked out the window and saw a dark figure,
a dark figure in the yard,
The dark figure made me shiver.

I ran through the kitchen to my cluttered up hall,
I locked the front door,
then ran back down the hall.

Once in the kitchen i glanced back out the window,
the dark figure had moved,
he had moved closer and i felt as though my eyesight was starting to dwindle.
He had hands,
but not hands,
he had feet,
but not feet.
But i must say the most horrifying feature of all,
was that he was almost a dozen feet tall.

How i did not notice his height earlier,
I still do not know,
it came closer to the window,
It’s apperance becoming less and less pleasent.

It’s face was not that of a man,
Yet not that of a beast,
It stared into my soul,
then dissapeared from sight.

I thought it was gone,
I begun to relax,
but my relaxing was in vain,
for a knocking begun on the window in my room.

I ran to my room,
And looked out the window,
the man was gone,
but he never stopped knocking.

They tell me i’m crazy,
They tell me i’m mad,
But i promise you that what was outside my window that night,
was really that bad.

I now live in isolation, to hide from the thing,
the shadowy figure that now haunts my dreams.