Darkness

An object of presumed fear

Though it goes unnoticed

The late nights until 3am

The deep sleep after a long day's work

Even the back of a cupboard

These are darkness

Yet not frightening

As far as you know

The uncanny of it all

Leaves you sitting upright in your bed

Afraid to turn your eyes away from the creaked open door

Who is there?

You ask

Nothing but darkness

The entity who watches you more than your family

Monitoring

Stalking

Seeing

However protected you feel

The cold breath on the back of your neck

The twitching of your door

The Movement from outside

Darkness,

Is present