One Scary Night
One Scary Night
A joke, a dare
Come on, dont be scared
I am not, I stammered
Alone, up old brown stairs I clamored.
Inside, I could swear I heard them laugh,
Where were the lights, around me spirits dance,
The stairs to the top floor, they are creaking
I look to the left, why do I feel like fleeing
In an instant I see the spirit of the old man
and in my mind, is that a knife what is in his hand?
I start to run down long eerie passages,
Here he comes, the headless knight and his headless horse carriage.
The ghosts are now calling, in the kitchen of all places.
I cannot resist, I must see the look on their faces.
On to the stony floor I slide, watching them cooking.
I hide in the pantry, so scared, are they looking!
I hear the breath of someone inside,
or is that breath I hear, mine?
I feel the brush on my neck
I faint as i look, as I see what's behind.
I wake up on the dirty basement floor
I dont want to be here anymore
The chains are tight around my wrists
In the distance, I see a coffin that is lit
Is that mine, oh I feel alone.
I scream, mommy please take me home
I pass out once more, hearing the dead walk the floor
Its me next, i am sure.
I wake to see a familiar face,
My mother is wiping a cloth on my brow
I thought I told you, never go to that place
So I smile, happy to be in my abode
and promising to leave forever, the haunted house alone.
Copyright © Chantelle Smith | Year Posted 2019
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