NaPoWriMo 2: Betobeto-san

Footsteps.

A pause, a flicker.

Whispers haunt the halls.
Deadly shadows and fatal greetings.
Hear them now.
They come again.

Closer, closer, closer.

The footsteps approach.
Their creator is unseen.
Unannounced in presence.
Left to mystery.

Listen!

The floorboards creak.
Squeak under the invisible weight.
Receding into darkness.
Footsteps fall.

Farther and farther away.