An Abandoned Place

Walking deep into the woods we stumbled on an old abandoned place A white and blue farm house with a wraparound dilapidated porch Tall grass was overgrown and with many shade trees of oak and birch Plant pots of dried up and decayed ferns left on the railings in disgrace The black roof was missing shingles and caving in on one side The front door a pale worn yellow with a climbing red rosette I start to feel more anxious as I see a freshly discarded cigarette We walk up to a large picture window to peek in, all fears aside We see some old beautiful antiques covered in dust and cob webs Below the wooden banister staircase is a beautiful tall clock displayed I feel a chill up my spine as I hear the clock ticking, now feeling afraid An old worn oriental rug lay under it in faded patterns of muted reds We decide to try the knob to see if we can get in to explore As I touched it I felt a shock and heard faint whispers I quickly let go as my hand started to feel hot and blistered I tell my friend we need to leave now I think danger may be in store We walk towards the back and see an old woman weeding a garden bed She stops what she's doing and turns around to ask us who is there and starts slowly floating in the air and says to come in for tea if we dare We quickly turn and start running toward the woods, screaming as we fled 7/13/2020 Contest: Decayed House Poetry Contest Sponsor: Constance La France