staying a night in a haunted house
1548 Linden Avenue has a reputation for being haunted.
It’s scary, eerie, people have died in there, they cautioned me.
I was offered a thousand dollars to stay here one whole night.
I brought my sleeping bag, a flashlight, a book and snacks.
Everything was fine for the first couple of hours, and I fell asleep.
A loud crash woke me up; my heart beat was erratic and fast.
What was that? I felt like I was hearing Poe’s telltale heart.
Confident it was my imagination, I tried to go back to my slumber.
A voice in my head said “be alert, they want you dead.”
My body began shaking violently.
My teeth were clicking together.
Don’t be silly! I told myself, this was not me.
It is futile to fight, the entity told me.
No one leaves this house alive.
I tried to open the front door.
It was locked tight.
I decided to push the window open.
it must have been nailed shut.
I knew I would not be leaving this house alive.
Suddenly a thousand dollars did not seem like a great deal.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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