A slight blue and red light illuminated from the television
not enough to cast a shadow
There it stood in the corner
Behind the light
Near the closet
It played with the door
A soft swaying till it would suddenly stop
But never looked away
I could feel its stare even when I wasn't in the room.
The constant uneasiness.
I could never approach too close in fear that it would touch me.
That some how it would manifest into a physical being.
That it was more than my imagination.
It was always in
That damn corner.
