HORROR Poem: The People, by Samantha Quigley

The kitchen was filled with joy and laughter,
But my hands were stuck by my side.
No one seemed to notice the people,
Though I did, out of the corner of my eye.

They glared at me. Watched me intently;
Should I dare to turn my head?
For every time I tried to do so,
In seconds, they had fled.

By the look of their height, I think they were ten,
But their faces were blank like a shadow.
They didn’t have eyes or a nose or a mouth,
I think that I heard them laugh though.

I thought that I was going crazy,
Or maybe I was just young.
I debated telling an adult,
But instead, I bit my tongue.

I sat by my parents, and tried to ignore them,
But my mother whispered in my ear,
“Relax my darling, don’t be afraid,
I see them too, my dear.”