"A Presence", By: Jazz 8E

 There I sat, all alone

 In the emptiness of my home.

But something else was there,

A feeling that my mind should bear

That I was being watched with great disdain

 A presence that would never refrain.

I told myself, "It's all in my head,"

But the feeling would not let up. 

I locked the door to my room tight

Hoping it would soon all take flight. 

But the window, so clearly in sight

Was my only source of dread and fright. 

For something passed by outside, 

With long black hair, and a neck so wide. 

The neck seemed to stretch longer..

and longer..

and longer.....

and longer..

...