The Haunted Farmhouse
A country weekend I felt, would be just great
and so I rented a house in the country where,
I could be alone in the quiet and just be creative.
Sleep eluded me that first night;
I didn’t recall so much noise in the country.
I knew the night time creature calls but,
then I heard footsteps; someone was in the house with me.
I reached for my cell but, found it had no signal.
Creeping to the bedroom door, I turned the lock but,
heard footsteps on the stairs and a greenish glow
appeared underneath the door; it seemed to hover there,
several minutes then vanished.
I couldn’t believe, the footsteps went back downstairs.
I heard them no more but, a squeaky back door told
me, the intruder had left.
I must’ve fallen asleep shortly afterwards
and was startled awake by what sounded like a gunshot.
I crept to the window where, I spotted the green glow; it was shaped like a man and it was floating back towards the house once again!
I shoved everything into my bag and down the stairs I ran; my car was out front and the thing was,
headed towards the back door so, I dashed in bare feet to my car, slammed the door, hit the locks and turned the key.
My bare foot floored the pedal and I was on my way.
I stopped only when I reached open all night motel,
just inside the town. Apologizing for my appearance,
I explained the experience and rented a room.
The clerk called to me as I started out towards the room; ”What you saw, Ma’am, was the Axe Man; he beheaded the former owners in their sleep!”
The Axe Man had been killed while trying to make his escape; the police shot him just behind the house where I’d, last seen the creepy green glow.
Suffice it to say that, I got little sleep. My next weekend would be at a more crowded motel and not in the secluded countryside.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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