The Haunted House

The Haunted House ‘Room to Let’ the signage read, and though it looked run down, I’d found no other place to stay since I was new in town. When I knocked upon the door, a voice called out, “Please enter.” “Hello,” I answered in reply. “I’d like to be your renter.” A lovely woman greeted me. She had a toothy smile. “It’s nice to have the company. It’s been dead here for a while.” Outside a wicked wind blew forth. The front door slammed with a crash. Just as quickly every window fell down in their sash. “I guess a storm’s a-brewing,” I said, covered in bone-chilling sweat. “Let me show you to your room.” replied the shapely tall brunette. “Some steps here may be rotten,” she warned. “I urge you to beware.” Moaning fell with every step as we climbed the creaky stairs. The room she showed me looked quite sparse. Inside was just one coffin. “Please excuse the dust,” she said, “I don’t come in here often.” She wiped away the cobwebs once we got inside the room. “It really is quite cozy here.” Then pointed out the tomb. “If you like the chamber, I suggest we both get started. No other soul will bother us, They have all departed.” I laid inside the casket. It was a perfect fit. “I believe I could be comfy here,” I hastened to admit. “No one here will vex you,” She signaled with a wave. “You will find this haunted house of mine as silent as the grave.” “I’ll need a small deposit,” she said. Then, bent and bit my neck. As she sipped away I asked, “Do you take traveler’s checks?” “I’ll take this as collateral.” She said after she drank. “There’s no need for money here, I have my own blood bank.” August 17, 2018 Sponsor- Dear Heart Contest- The Haunted House Title your poem - The Haunted House