Night Visitor

She jolted when she heard the forceful knocking at the door
not sure if when it opened who she'd find,
the same reaction to a knock came several times before
much more and she would go out of her mind.
Peeking from upstairs window through a curtain just to check
who it could be at this late time of night,
a man in uniform was leaning back, craning his neck
as she stepped back in shadow, out of sight.

It looked like a Policeman, a patrol car on the drive
good news, or maybe not, ran through her thoughts
but either way she'd made it through another day alive
by staying home a bit more time she'd bought.
Out of her high school class of girls whose christian name was Jane
in just two weeks four out of five had gone
holed up inside suburban fortress, only she remained
alert, awake, afraid, the only one.

Unlock four bolts, take off the chain and move the desk away
then hesitantly opening the door
the nearby street light shone upon her pallid face of grey
as he stepped in and strode across the floor.
Securing the door once again, she asked 'Do you bring news?
Developments at all of any sort?
Is homicide progressing on the identity of who's
behind all this and gonna get 'em caught?”

“ We've evidence”, the Policeman said “ that's moved the case along,
we found the cellphone that made all the calls,
also the record that you heard in background, the same song,
and photos of you plastered on the walls”.

“Thank God! At last, great news , now what?” she gasped after a while
do I know who it is, who it could be?
The officer looked down, nodded his head, then with a smile
said “ Yes, the room was mine- now, come with me”

For contest 'A poem with a chilling twist', sponsor frank Herrera.
7th September 2016
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Murray Avatar
September 11, 2016 at 5:10 PM
I knew.....
Murray Avatar
September 12, 2016 at 6:11 AM
"Come into my parlor " said the cpider to the fly.
Wigley Avatar
September 11, 2016 at 11:51 PM
That could only mean...it wasn't the Policeman- it was YOU! AAAAARGH! That's alright then. Viv x
Dietrich Avatar
September 8, 2016 at 6:16 PM
Yep, I guessed the ending too. Like Connie, I am an avid fan of horror shows or ID TV type mysteries. However, this was very cool how you put it all together. And with rhyming. Awesome!
Wigley Avatar
September 8, 2016 at 11:27 PM
Thanks, Andrea, I don't usually watch horror stuff, or I might have come up with something a little less predictable. To be honest, I have sleepless nights after watching episodes of 'Little house on the Prairie'. Viv x
Marcum Wong Avatar
September 8, 2016 at 3:30 AM
I guessed the endng because I have seen a lot of mysteries and know you are not safe with anyone. It still gave me chills! The crazy are really good at hiding it! A wonderful entry for the contest Viv! 7 ; )
Marcum Wong Avatar
September 17, 2016 at 11:52 PM
I came back to see if you had a new poem up yet...your fans are waiting...Smile. By the way I love Twilight Zone too however they have become a bit of a comedy now. Cheers, Connie
Wigley Avatar
September 8, 2016 at 11:28 PM
Thanks, Connie, you've put my mind at rest, since you guessed the ending it means I'm not crazy. Or am I? Do do doodoo... oh, hang on, that's 'twilight zone' x
Arnone Avatar
September 7, 2016 at 10:40 PM
Dear Viv, in the third paragraph, change Are homicide to Is homicide. Good luck in the contest. :-)
Wigley Avatar
September 8, 2016 at 12:51 AM
Schoolboy error. Duh. Thanks, Tom. regards, Viv
Callus Avatar
September 7, 2016 at 12:24 PM
Excellent narrative, Viv!! Superb twist...I bet Jane's going to have the time of her life! ~ Regards // paul
Wigley Avatar
September 7, 2016 at 7:13 PM
We will never know, Paul, we will never know.... thanks for dropping by. Regards, Viv
Turner Avatar
September 7, 2016 at 7:45 AM
Mr Viv, you may have a future in mystery novels:) Perhaps another Sir Arthur Conan Doyle or Agatha Christie. Of course you'd have to make up your hero like Poirot or Mrs Marple or even Professor Challenge but you could do it mate. Thoroughly enjoyed the read and will be looking for that first crime novel.
Wigley Avatar
September 7, 2016 at 8:23 AM
Thanks, Daniel, the crime genre over here seems to be well and truly sewn up by writers like Ian Rankin and Val Mc Dermid, so I would be a struggling penniless author, instead of a struggling penniless poet. Thanks for your faith in my latent ability, though... Regards, Viv
Bocsa Avatar
September 7, 2016 at 4:35 AM
A strange, beautiful poem with a chilling twist. If you want, I feel a cold touch on my wrist (like visiting a famous castle-Inn from Transylvania). A mysterious voice in the thick mist . It may be followed by kind strong Rock or Heavy Metal. So that, I think, Mystic Rose lose a petal. Like Mr. Pickwick (from the known Papers of Ch. Dickens) in his adventures of love. Nevertheless,I suppose,it is not your own glove.
Wigley Avatar
September 7, 2016 at 6:35 AM
Thanks, Ovidiu, appreciate the visit. regards, Viv
Allison Avatar
September 7, 2016 at 3:43 AM
ooh what a twist Mr Viv !!! good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx
Wigley Avatar
September 7, 2016 at 6:37 AM
Thanks, Jan, normally we should do the wooooo stuff for Christmas eve, like the old ghost stories they had on BBC2. Viv x
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