My Heart

            It must be my eye that is driving the boy insane. I have begun to notice he is acting a bit odd these days. He will never look me directly in the eyes. One eye has become pale blue with a white film over it. I suppose it is odd enough to give one chills. Often small children will hide behind there mothers skirt as I pass them by. People will whisper in the shadows when I am out and about, I can only assume it is my eye that has stirred the conversation. So it must be the eye that makes the boy so nervous, but he has been quite nice this week.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>

            I feel as if I may be going a bit mad. Why you ask? It has something to do with my dreams of the door to my bedroom slowly opening at midnight each night. It’s as if a slow breeze gentle pushes it open, but I fear it is not a breeze. I can see a small tiny beam of light dancing on the wood floors. I lay ever so still afraid to move even an inch. I close my eyes so tight that not even the tiniest speck of light seeps in. This dream continues for seven long nights, every night at the stroke of mid night. This would be enough to make a sane man go mad.<o:p></o:p>

            Upon the eighth night at exactly midnight the door slowly opened again. I set straight up in the big oversized bed. The room was the blackest of black( I have cleverly installed shutters on each and every window to keep the thieves away from my gold), I could see nothing ,but I felt as if the door was slowly opening, slower than a child selecting candy from the penny candy jars. It was a sound I heard that caused me to sit up. Yes the tiniest of sounds I am sure of. I sat there for an hour it seemed, squinting in hopes of piercing the darkness. I dare not move, my hart is pounding, as if it were trying to leave my chest. I work up the courage to cry out “Who’s there?” No response is replied. The heart in my chest is pounding even faster. I give reason, could it have been a mouse or perhaps wind from the chimney?  I groan in agony from the throbbing in my chest. <o:p></o:p>

            A minuscule amount of light has begun to beam across the floor and into my widespread eyes. I could hear nothing but the beating of my own heart. The light has not moved or changed in the slightest. I dare not to even blink. Is this my hour of death I wonder, who or what could wish me dead? Intense pain has dulled all my senses. The agony of my heart as it thumps faster than a rabbit’s foot. A loud cry pours from the darkness. My heart will surely burst. <o:p></o:p>