Spy Hole

Picture taken by the author Darren Greenidge

You go to the door
Listening
Worried
It seems to have
stopped

You think to open
the door
But don’t
Instead you decide
on something else

You move to the
spy hole
Prepared to look
out
To see

But something sees
you
An eye stares
back
Looking intently

You stifle a
scream
Stepping back
Aghast
Shocked

Who does the
eye belong to
What is its
purpose
Has it gone yet?

You hear nothing
as you listen
Braving the door
again
Inches from the spy hole

And nothing’s
there
It has gone
Was it just
imagination?

You open the
door
No-one is there
Relieved, you
close the door

You sit down
Relaxed, the eye
forgotten already
But a shadow falls
Unnoticed

And something
looks through the
spy hole at you
Waiting
Watching…