Have you ever looked through a peephole?
What did you see?
Did it turn you on, taking a peep on any unsuspecting soul who might be there?
Let me tell you what I see.
Night after night I look through that hole.
Truth be told I’m terrified of peepholes but something about the one in my apartment
…well you might say it won’t let go
I have to look, if I don’t they will become more aggressive
I must see what they want me to see
There is always something, never nothing
One night I saw an old blind man…it was as though he was staring right at me
That is impossible though right?
Another night it was a woman soaked in blood…
I was scared but I had to look
Disturbed by this I tried not to look at what might be there the next night…
I can sense when something is there to see, the door itself compels me
At around 3 in the morning there came a BANG!
“Katie!” something moaned my name
Slowly I got up and crept to the peephole and what did I see?
The spirit of my dead grandfather stood before me
He still had the knife he slit his throat open with the night he died
There was no explanation as to why he was there
He simply was and he simply stared
Silently for what must have been an eternity he stood
Eventually he disappeared
Last night I saw a man get beat to death by two men in hoods carrying spiked bats!
I’ve stopped calling the police, every time they come there is never anything there…
This place has turned me into a town loon!
I know I’m not crazy though, you believe me right?
I feel compelled to look out again
Time to take a peak at the latest thing to torment me
Looking out I see many types of faces all staring back at me!
They all look as though they are staring at a computer screen
Do you see me?
No, where are you going? Don’t leave me here alone!
You disappeared…there is only one other standing in your place
A smiling woman, she has a scar across her face…
She disturbs me…
-The View From Apt. #2-