Sounds that is, just not there

Freaky, Creepy,
Spooky sounds that are not
Really there in the darkness
But you hear it anyway,
not realizing it right away,
but you stopped breathing
to try and listen for more sounds
that is not there
Standing against the wall
not breathing almost fainting
with no air to your brain then
you remember to breathe again,
but still, you canโ€™t seem to just stop
just standing there not breathing, because for some reason
Breathing is too loud
and you are trying to
Listening to the sounds
That is not there.
You finally pulled yourself together
and even told yourself
to stop being an idiot
Just as you calmed down
and heart rate is back to normal,
Only to see a shadow or something moving,
Did it look like the dog?
almost getting a heart attack
when he licks your hand
he was next to you all the time.
You also have this thing
hanging in the corner
and keep forgetting
to just put it away,
it gets you every time,
in the corner of your eye.

So again after your heart
is skipping beats
and pumping
adrenaline
knocking at your chest
just too fast,
and you are sweating
because you closed all the windows trying to hide
from that darkness
with the freaky,
creepy,
spooky
sounds
that wants to get you
the silence is just too loud
and scary
Sitting there on the bed
with the book
you wanted to read
an hour ago
but keep holding
looking like a crazy person,
eyes examining every corner,
and once in awhile, you have to remember to breathe.
Now when your dog looks at you very worried,
not knowing what is happening,
and you just ask himโ€ฆ What?
He gives you this whatever look and falls back into a blissful sleep of chasing something.
After snapping out of your meditation,
watching your dog sleep,
he will surprise you with sitting up straight
just staring at something,
but you keep watching his face for a reaction,
just one movement is better than this,
just staring at something
while my mind is over analyzing and creating something
out of nothing to scared to look away.
What do you see?
There is nothing,
stop it you are freaking me out,
treat?
Seriously?
Great,
why are you staring at me now?
Treat?
No?
now, really this is not funny,
stop staring at me?

After what seems like forever
you are really freaked out
and you are now at the point where you see dead people
in the nothingness of the weird sounds
in the silence that is just not there.
Ok, I am so over this,
I need sleep,
being sleep deprived and all crazy.

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