No cold spot or draft or temperature change.
No noises to indicate that something is strange.

No movement or shadow to draw attention.
No footsteps or board creeks yet something’s begun.

No whispers or sniffles or intake of breath.
No psychic vision of the presence of death.

No stories or fables put in your mind.
No tragic endings leaving something behind.

No crumbling ruins to imagine about.
No endless caverns to fills minds with doubt.

No tangible reason to feel such dread.
No explanation for the thoughts in your head.

No rational cause for what you feel to be true.
No doubt that you still feel those eyes on you.

-Seline