Here's a shorty, note that the writer and narrator are not the same.
Poltergeist
When evening shadows grope over the boxwood hedge, screeches careen into my ears here in this blue-lit room where twilight shelters me but still that poltergeist appears.
There’s nowhere left I can run and nothing more for me to do. What’s that? I hear footsteps. * There’s nobody here! No-one is near, no dreaded incubus, ** no evil voodoo spell, no booze to paralyze my fear.
* formerly 1 sentence with comma. ** originally phantom incubus, leading to probable tautology, thx Jax
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