On a night so silent, the bed creaked,
the sound of Her and Her dearest lying still

On a night so silent, the bed creaked,
the sound of Her turning, whilst Her dearest was lying still

On a night so silent, the bed creaked,
the sound of Her breathing, whilst Her dearest was lying still

On a night so silent, the bed creaked,
the sound of Her rustling the covers, whilst Her dearest was lying still

On a night so silent, the bed creaked,
the sound of Her phone screaming, whilst Her dearest was lying still

On a night so silent, the bed creaked,
the sound of Her answering, whilst Her dearest was lying still

On a night so silent, the bed creaked,
the sound of Her dearest asking to be let into the house after he had left his keys at home

On a night so silent, the bed creaked,
the sound of Her asking just who was lying still.

*Author’s Notes*

This was something I wrote in my creative writing group.  We were all supposed to write in genres that were completely new to us and I’ve never written horror before, so I thought I would give it a go.  I’m quite happy with the results.

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