Chances
My finger trembles as i point at its face, mother holds up the oil lamp and tries to comfort me. "See, nothing there, its just the shadows playing tricks."
A cracked skull with a clinging to the corner of my room by shadows. It stares at me and repeats her with whispering laughter, "nothing there."
She sits on the side of my bed and gives me a hug and gives me hug. "Be good, go to sleep."
A chance is given, and a second and one
When failed to be taken, the shadows will come
Followed in stride, by the face made of bone
A third time will leave, with your soul bound in tow
Story written for spooktober (bone) 2021.
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