Untitled (Part 1) Poem by Lissa Parks

Here I am walking
down the street in the
middle of the night.
No cars, no people are
around.
It was really peaceful.
As I was walking down
on this beautiful night,
I listened for some birds
chirping, wolves howling,
cats meowing.
Nothing.
It was dead to the world.
I turned down another road
that leads to the cemetery.
As I was coming near it, I
had the weirdest feeling.
A bad feeling.
Like something was going
to jump out of the bushes.
But as I walked
into the graveyard,
I swore I thought I
seen something.
I called out "Who's there? "
But no one answered.
So I kept going.
Further into the cemetery
I go.
I turned around and thought
I seen a shadow.
I told myself it was nothing
to be scared of.
Nothing was there.
I had to get home.
Which is going through the
cemetery, then through the
long, creepy woods, till I reach
my house.
I was coming home from
a party at a friend's
place.
As you must know,
the cemetery is very
big with long paths.
It is very creepy at
night time.
I heard from my
friend that the spirits
come out at nighttime.
And that I should be
careful of the demonic
spirits.
But I laughed at her
and told her that was ridiculous.
That she was just paranoid.
So I kept walking towards
the woods which is like 10 miles
away, that's how big our
cemetery is.
Sometimes when I walk through
here I stopped and looked at the
tombstones.
Which looked bare and sad.
It seems like no one's
been here for a very long
time.
Nine more miles to go.
As I kept walking, I
keep seeing these strange looking
eyes.
They were red like the devils.
Then I see this horrific
face like the demon just entered
this dead person's body.
Part of me wanted to run.
But I froze and just stared at it.
I thought it was going to
posses me.
After a while, without me knowing
I started running.
I ran into the woods.
Then things got worse

(To Be Continued)