There is a man standing behind you dressed
All in black with short sleeves and long black gloves
That go halfway to his elbows. He has
A blade in each hand, and he wears goggles
Just in case your blood sprays him in the face.
And your buddies? Don’t expect them to help.
They can hear your screams. They will be running
Wildly in the dark. You can see them
Jumping at every sound, afraid of their
Shadows. They feel it, too. The skin crawling.
The hair standing up. You shouldn’t be here.
But you have heard other ghost stories, too.
You didn’t believe them. But you didn’t
Feel their breath on the back of your neck then.