The Haunted House
The big old wooden door creaks loudly
as I tentatively push it ajar,
my eyes strain to see inside
but the darkness commands
and I don't see far.
I hear tiny feet scurrying quickly
across the entrance halls floor,
I glimpse something moving
out of the corner of my eye
as I strain to see some more.
With another nervous,cautious step,
deeper into the darkness I tread.
As I do so, an icy cold gust of air
howls straight through me
and horrifying visions fill my head.
With legs as heavy as wood
and a cold sweat upon my brow,
I put one foot in front of the other
reaching out, I feel the bannister,
I've made it to the staircase,somehow.
As I make my way up the stairs
with each step a wooden,creaking groan.
With nothing but the spiders landing in my hair
as I brush past the thick cobwebs,
I feel terribly alone.
Now stood on the landing
and the dawns early light seeps through a window pane,
I see a long corridor before me
and I feel a blessed relief
to be able to see again.
Then I hear a noise,
one I've heard before,
a sad,high pitched whimpering.
My footsteps suddenly quicken
as the sound leads me to a door.
With the sound ever increasing,
as I walk through the door,
I am leapt on by a hairy beast,
with its heavy breathing and saliva dripping,
it promptly pins me to the floor.
After the beast finishes his ritual
of nearly licking me to death ,
I grab the beast and squeeze him tight,
relieved the search is over
for my best pal,with his smelly dog breath.
13/8/18
Sponsor - Dear Heart
Copyright © Jenny Brewer | Year Posted 2018
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