Bats in the Belfry, Hanging and waiting for the bells to chime the midnight hour. On their peal, they will fly out into the darkness, disrupting the October night sky. Silhouettes against the full moon, Embracing their calling, they loom. They own the time until the bells call them home.
Monsters in the dark, lingering, waiting in silence. You hear them breathe, Knowing they are there. They have always been there. Monsters in the darkness of your mind. Shivering with eyes fiercely shut, you wish them away. Still they remain. Unwelcome. Uninvited. Hiding in the corners of regrets and memories.