When Midnight Strikes

The clock upon my still bedroom wall struck 
midnight. The hollow sound of the twelve rings 
sent shivers down my spine. The thought of it coming 
back. The thought of it entering my room, taking me 
and doing degrading experiments on my white fragile frame. 
I lay awake upon my bed pondering why me, why 
not someone else. I lay there frightened waiting, waiting 
for it to come 
A bright flash that seemed to last for ever 
blinded me for a second or two. In the light I see 
a figure entering my room. 
It took me away from my humble abode. 
The morning after I awoke I questioned my self to 
what happened the night before. The two hours of 
my life missing. Will I ever get them back. 
I await the next night when it comes 
for me again.