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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Beyond an overgrowth of weeds, I see a house with faded paint. It beckons me. Victorian, its windows are like eyes that hypnotize, and soon I find myself there at its door. I tentatively knock. Though knowing nobody will come to it, to my surprise, I turn the door knob and just walk into this strange but lovely house. I look around at antique furniture grown dingy. Cobwebs decorate the walls. A sudden slam! I run back to the door. It won’t come open. Panic floods my soul. I go to every window. They won’t budge. It’s like they’ve been sealed shut from standing still through many years of never being used. I shiver; from the corner of my eye, I see a figure. Shadowy, it flits across the dining room. I follow it while swallowing my terror, and I go into a small room, where the shadow crept. Surrounding me are paintings on the wall. I can’t take them all in, for there is one that seems to call to me! How can that be? It’s quiet there, and yet my mind is filled with someone’s voice. It pleads to be released. The voice is in the painting! I am led so weirdly to its spot upon the wall. I get right up to it and feel a chill. An evil presence has me in its clutch. I know this when I see the painting’s scene. . . Fresh horror like I’ve never known before now grips my throat and I can’t even scream. Inside the painting is a woman who looks eerily like me! She stands inside a room with many paintings, and behind her is a hooded being. Is she me? I dare not look behind me. . . yet I do. The hooded figure stands behind me too! A scream at last escapes my lips, and I’m inside the painting now and looking out! I’m looking out onto the tiny room with all its paintings. I am caught inside the confines of a frame; I’m miniature! I know the hooded beast has captured me. I see his shadow leave the room and know the door to this big house he has unlocked! Another fool will enter as did I. They’ll get locked in and then led to this room to that one picture where I will await to cry out plaintively to be released. . . (Sorry this is so long; I had to do it this way to tell the story how it formed in my mind.) Aug. 22, 2018 Sponsor- Dear Heart Contest- The Haunted House In Blank verse, which is unrhymed Iambic pentameter
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