The Haunted House
I drove around the countryside, one wet and stormy day;
as lightning flashed, I realised I'd truly lost my way -
I saw a house and went to ask directions from the folk;
I'll tell you what then happened, but you may think it's a joke...
The door was open, just a crack;
I knocked, then went inside;
the stench was terrible, just like
an animal had died.
Huge flies were buzzing all around
an ancient photograph;
as footsteps echoed through the house,
I thought I heard a laugh.
The front door slammed - the laugh again -
I shivered then with fright;
the door was stuck, I couldn't leave,
and guessed I'd have to fight.
'I - I mean no harm,' I stammered, then,
'I'm sorry to intrude -'
I wondered would my story hold
verisimilitude.
The voice that boomed was deafening,
and curses filled the air;
my heart was thumping, hairs on end.
I felt an evil stare.
The stench was growing...footsteps neared...
a shadow on the wall!
I trembled like a frightened child,
and staggered from the hall.
I ran upstairs; from room to room,
I wandered, panting hard;
and cried, despairing at the sight:
the window frames were barred.
I spun around and saw a face -
such malice in its glare;
I knew I'd have to leave, somehow -
or else I'd die right there.
I sprang towards him, ready fists;
he towered at the door;
I paused, then like a bull I charged...
and he was there no more!
I slipped and tumbled down the stairs, the door was open wide;
I hurled his photograph and, chased by flies, I rushed outside.
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Contest- The Haunted House
written 18th August 2018
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