As I sat in my chair, book in hand
There was a knock, an echoing knock
I sat there, hoping they would go away
Perhaps they left, I thought
Then there was a knock, an echoing knock
I was silent, I didn't know what on earth to say
Why me? Why my house? Why were they here?
And then a bang, a jarring bang
I prayed that my door would not give way
I cowered in my chair, trying not to make a sound
Another bang, a jarring bang
I wished the sun would rise, chasing them off by light of day
I was still frightened and stiff, unable to move
Then came a rattle, a haunting rattle
Please locks, keep this person at bay
What do I do? Where can I go?
Another rattle, a haunting rattle
As I sat there, I felt fear turning my hair gray
My heart beat faster and faster
Then only silence, followed by a slow creak
- Storm Sandlin
