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.
James Linton Writing 