It Rang Twice
He dialed his home number from his cell,
it rang twice,
a man’s voice answered as far as he could tell,
he hung up without answering back,
in his mind, everything went dark, and suddenly black,
when he got home,
he was all alone,
there was no sign of a man anywhere,
not here, nor there, he looked everywhere,
but what seemed odd,
was the fact that no man has ever been there,
no male clothes in the closet,
no change on the night-stand,
no evidence of any man,
nothing was found,
even the toilet seat was down,
he then heard a bump and then a bang,
he called his house again, and it rang,
he couldn’t find the phone,
but this time he wasn’t alone,
it rang twice, but it was coming from the basement,
that was where the phone kept ringing,
and when he went down,
that’s where he saw his body swinging...
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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