In an unknown neighborhood,
Josie sat alone,
A cup of coffee and a book in hand,
Everything was fine,until the doorbell rang.
Petrified,she peeped outside,
However,no one was in sight.
Trembling,she now went to bed,
Twisting and twirling, she tried to sleep.
A thud in the neighborhood,
Awoke her soon.
The neighbors lights were on that time,
Two silhouettes in there she truly saw,
One carved their demons so they looked like angels,
For the very next moment,
A shadow, a knife, and a treacherous murder was committed
Was it a dream? Or was it real?