via Daily Prompt: Hideout

Looking in the mirror seeing what I see,

I start to feel like jelly ,like I need to pee.

Standing there behind me, behind the bedroom door,

Something rather creepy, is that what I saw?

I know the house is empty, that I’m all alone,

Ive spent most of the evening, looking at my phone.

At pictures of the past, things a happening now,

Hilarious memes, about a funny cow.

But now I’m in my bedroom, my phone it needs a charge,

I’m feeling kind of jittery, getting quite alarmed.

What if I’m about, to get myself a deaded,

Stabbed in the foot, maybe be beheaded?

I need to get some help, get hold of the police,

But my phone’s on 2%, I cannae find the lead.

The monster is a coming, out from spookyville,

I try to text my girlfirend, she tells me to chill.

I wish I had gone out, out into the night,

Instead of social media, killing all my fight.

Human interaction, its beats the smartphone,

Real flesh and blood, soul, skin and bones.

The monster is upon me, making me feel sick,

If only I was partying, taking the mick.

But I’m sat here with no power, so alone

The skellington has me, has me alone.