A run of the mill day ended
Getting off the bus, as usual , he wondered
Would there be an exciting day ever ?
He could do with some upheaval
A single male, a drab job
There wasn’t much to sob
Caught up in his own non thriller
He traversed the path familiar
Leaves rustled with the soft breeze
Some footsteps he heard behind him
Turning around made him gasp
The road stretched into the dark
Deserted, would that be a lark!
His stomach knotted a bit
Breathing deep he steadied
Pushing the bizarre thoughts
Wondering if only he was on the sidewalk
Eyes darting left and right
He kept walking with all his might
Clump of trees, eerie pavement
Creepy sensation
Was it yet an imagination ?
Perspiring profusely he quickened his steps
A wingy creature swished by
The owl hooted, wings fluttered
He never believed in preternatural
Was it just his wild imagination?
His uneasiness was rising
Who could it be hiding ?
The apparel were sticky and moist
He could hear his own heartbeat
Walking this stretch was his habit
What was the uncanny gamut?
Just a few more yards to reach
Mumbling a prayer to beseech
Leadened feet refuse to budge
Near the spine he felt a nudge
Made him jump out of his skin
Could he ever see his kith and kin
Throat parched, mind a whirlwind
Desperate to scream
His voice deserted him
Heartbeat sinking
His strength failing
There was someone right next to him
Who ? Where ? Why was it not visible ?
The poking in the back … was that a criminal!
Inch by inch he dragged himself
And His fear swelled itself
Swooshing leaves, the spooky sounds
The long dark deserted road
Not a soul who strode
Tearful eyes impaired his vision
Cursing himself for walking alone
Wishing a miracle he forged
Whispers grew louder
Screeching owl and a howler
Was he alive ? Was he in another universe ?
Flickering lights, relieving sight
He crouched and waited
With squinting eyes and breath baited
Next thing he knew he was in bed
Was he dead?
