spoke to me

at night

from the corner of the ceiling

whispered fluttery echoes

a murmured chorus

of unseen bats

from a haunted cave

vaporous hypnotic vocalizations


abrupt and insistent

chattering wordless commands


somehow I knew

as a child

there were more than one

of them

and I knew

as a child

this was evil

the darkest malevolence

pursuing me

not understood with the mind

yet felt and known


I heard with bones and flesh

and not ears

sinking into me

like arrows


from their safe vantage point

pulsing electric shocks

an icy whirlwind

cutting through my blanket

mocking laughter

stalking, seeking me out


made my heart race

in quivering panic


on the top bunk


in the dark

with no escape

I kept it secret

and never knew the message

nor the owners

of the voices


About Bill Davis

Writer, speaker and translation and language learning consultant. I write technical articles, poetry and humor, and I am working on my first novel which is set on the island of Palawan in the Philippines.
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