(Newfoundland folklore - The Old Hag)
Drenched in sweat, choking fear constricted her throat
Wreathing around on the bed, damp tangled sheets
Binding her arms and legs; there was no escape!
Black as night, the entity hovered above her!
Hunched like an old crone, her menacing presence
Struck terror in the heart of the helpless child!
Faceless, her black robes concealed
Nightmarish features beyond imagination!
The hellish demon spoke not a word
But her intentions were loud and clear…
She longed to possess an innocent soul!
The child screamed again and again, but
Only pitiful moans escaped into the darkness.
Why oh why didn’t her mother come?
Could she not hear her screams?
Closer now, the demon reached out
Gnarled bony fingers only inches away!
The child screamed again, and
Suddenly the room was filled with light!
Scooping her child into her arms
Instinctively she knew…
And an eerie chill sent goose bumps up her spine!
In the quiet room, all was as it should be,
But in her daughter’s eyes the nightmare still lurked!
Dejavu…this had happened before
Only she had been the hunted!
Tomorrow she’d tell her daughter nightmares weren’t real,
Even though she knew they sometimes were!
© Annabel Sheila