The Fearing Harold

It was 12:04 when the noise began
A scrape and a whine, again and again
Under the eaves and the roof of tin
Where Harold made his home

His heart beat madly in his chest
Aroused so suddenly from his rest
And now his fear started to crest
As the sound began to roam

He sat straight upright on his bed
Beads of sweat rolled down his head
Paralyzed with horrible dread
That he would not last the night

Closer now the sound approached
On his bedroom it would soon encroach
A thought his brain could not broach
He reached out for his light

A hollow “Bang!” from down the hall
As a slamming door made a picture fall
Now something thumping against the wall
Was moving toward his room

He forced himself to flick on the light
But the golden beam that pierced the night
Only served to increase his fright
For he was sure he would see his doom

Then it stopped…he looked around
He grew more nervous at the lack of sound
He resisted the urge to turn around
When a tapping pierced the silence

Tap-tap-tap! Insisted the thrum
Keeping a beat like a cannibal’s drum
He turned around feeling numb
And prepared for any violence

His eyes beheld a woman there
He sat transfixed by her stare
Her face was framed by messy hair
And she wore a poison frown

“Harold!” she said with a nasty bite,
He saw her gown was wet by the light
“Next time you need to go in the night,
PLEASE PUT THE SEAT BACK DOWN!”