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Who's Watching Me?
by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

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Our home,
Was in the deep woods,
Where we lived a kind life,
We simple people of little use
To the outside world...
They do not need us-
Nor we them.

At night,
Darkness,
Drops like a veil.
And all the good children
Hide inside,
While our parents
Drink their life away,
Dancing in ceremonies
We have yet to attend-

Yet,
I am a child of the night,
Unafraid of the dark,
Climb through my window,
And wander through the fields,
Guided by the moon,
And stars that hang up high...

I listen to the wolves sing,
The hawks shriek,
The night creatures
Hunting in the early Spring.

We walk our separate paths,
And I,
Am not afraid...
Until at last,
I grow weary,
And return home.
Enter the window
That I left open...

But then,
I feel it-
I am not alone..

Feel that chill
Trickling down my spine,
The hairs rising on the back of my neck
Felt the breath of death
Brushing my soul..

And I know,
Someone is watching me...

Afraid to face the window,
I walk away,
My shoulder blades aching
With the need too know-
What followed me home?

I thank the stars
That the lessons learned,
Taught me to lock the window
Upon my return...

Still,
I don't feel safe,
Feel its cold clammy embrace.
Knowing there is no one here
but me,
I reach under my parents bed,
Pull out the gun,
Daddy keeps there.

Feel it now...
That adrenalin rush...
Breathing rapid and I try to hush...
Listening,
I hear the crunch of gravel
A heavy foot outside my wall.

Damn!
It has stopped moving.
And I can feel it
Thinking...
Fear makes my fingers tremble,
As I crack the gun in two...
Check to see that the shells are fresh.
So scared,
Yet ready too...

I feel it breathing now,
Something dark and dank,
A thing that even now
Decides my fate...

Suddenly I remember,
The lessons,
My sister tried to teach...
Something
About blanking your mind,
Pretending not to breathe...
Hides your soul,
From evil things...

I think of Nothing,
I think of Emptiness,
My life depends on
Not being able to breathe...

I feel its confusion...
My emptiness leaving it unfed.
To save myself,
I play dead...

Slowly,
It moves on...
Wondering what went wrong-

I feel it leaving,
But do not rejoice,
Being oh-so-careful
Of any choice...

They found me
In the morning-
My back against the wall.
Still clutching that damn rifle,
Like it was a doll...

I didn't have to tell them,
Never said a word,
The footprints outside my window,
Was enough to let them know
What I had heard...




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Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader) 3/17/2003
This is a great write--kudos!! It gave me the shivers!!
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 3/17/2003
You have built up the suspense very well in this one. Great write Retta!

Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy 3/17/2003
Spine tinglingly great! You had me from the first word to the last. True horror, no blood, no gut, just pure stark terror. Great writing, Reindeer.
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader) 3/17/2003
this was WOW alllright amazing job on this fantastically scary poem you are so amazing with this one nice job on it
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 3/17/2003
chilling write, reindeer! :0 (((HUGS)))
Reviewed by E T Waldron 3/17/2003
Rhetta...what a fantastic gripping exciting write! I really enjoyed this it held me captive;-)
Reviewed by William Bonilla 3/17/2003
great write, enjoyed reading

William
Reviewed by richard poor 3/17/2003
you nailed this one!!!
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) 3/17/2003
Wow, couldn't wait to get to the last line. Reminds me of a book I recently read called LEGEND by Laura Baker.

Well done !
~E
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader) 3/17/2003
chilling!
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) 3/17/2003
One of your very best!!
Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader) 3/17/2003
This one gets a standing "O".
Skillfully expressed.
-James
Reviewed by Tony Nerone 3/17/2003
Dear Retta, A double WOW. This poem was one of the best I have ever read in the den. You could write into a novel. Great Write!!

Thank You
tony
Reviewed by Jack Roberts 3/17/2003
Wow! this is Great Reindeer. I could keep reading on and on.....
Jack
Reviewed by Christine Morell 3/17/2003
Outstanding, Retta...you got my heart racing with this icredible write!
Chrissie x
Reviewed by Paul Berube 3/17/2003
Retta, WOW!!! This can put the fear into anyone. excellent write.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 3/17/2003
This one is a winner! Get it to a publisher. It took me in from the begining, held my breath and let me breath again at the end. Great horrifyling write with a lesson spun through it.
Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya 3/17/2003
oh retta....wonderful write...clap clap clap...BHUWAN

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