The Haunted House

Wild rumours spread that Justice Jones had died.
Drawn curtains fuelled speculation’s fire
And with the passing days it would transpire
That his black Labrador roamed round outside.

Where once a sweet perfume had filled the air
And nature’s finest flora proudly bloomed,
The garden in its present state was doomed
To poison ivy’s curse through lack of care.

The erstwhile mansion too revealed neglect
Its crumbling walls were rickety and worn,
And passers-by would often pour out scorn
To see its former glory sorely wrecked.

The widower had been a wealthy man
And whispers of a hoard of cash had grown,
But its precise location was unknown;
To seize the secret stache became the plan.

And thus it was that in the dead of night
As shadows danced and owls screeched overhead,
Three grasping men set off with steadfast tread
The prospect of a rich reward in sight.

They prised the rusting hinges back and fore
Then forced the handle wrapped in spider’s weave,
A putrid, musty smell they did perceive
And shifty eyes then hastened to explore.

Their steps resounded on the wooden floor
Then suddenly there hung a cloud of fear
As high up on the stairway did appear
A terrifying, snarling, Labrador.

A sudden gust of wind slammed fast the door
And avarice gave way to fervent plea
But no compassion would there ever be
For those who chose his master to abhor.

Meanwhile, outside the door a shape lay still
A sprawling, jet black mass with stiffened limbs
Whilst in the house all hope of succour dims
As blood spills in the mansion on the hill.


27/08/18

Sponsored by Dear Heart a.k.a Broken Wings. ‘Haunted House’ contest

15/12/18

Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest

sponsored by Nina Parmenter

A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Angela Tune
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Chamberlain Avatar
May 7, 2022 at 12:53 PM
I love scary films, I have tried to write a few scary poems, they are good fun. I particularly enjoyed yours. Where do you get your inspiration from? I often write after watching a horror film.
Roper Avatar
September 16, 2018 at 7:52 PM
I'm a little late, Wendy, great story and a big congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve~`*
Watson Avatar
January 13, 2022 at 7:51 AM
Thank you for 'popping by' to encourage me, Eve.
Roper Avatar
September 16, 2018 at 7:51 PM
I'm a little late, Wendy, great story and a great big congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve~`*
La France Avatar
September 5, 2018 at 10:57 AM
Wendy, congratulations on your win in my contest with this outstanding write. You are a fantastic poet, you had me hooked from the first line, well done !
Watson Avatar
September 5, 2018 at 12:32 PM
Thank you for including me amongst such excellent entries, Dear Heart and for these encouraging comments.
Rowe Avatar
September 1, 2018 at 10:33 PM
Creepiness turned up to 10. Great last stanza to finish too!
Watson Avatar
September 5, 2018 at 11:58 AM
I'm grateful for such positive feedback, Jesse. A ghostly labrador isn't my usual mindset!!
Marcum Wong Avatar
September 1, 2018 at 3:04 PM
A chilling tale you weaved Wendy! Congratulations on your wonderful First Placement! : )
Watson Avatar
September 5, 2018 at 11:55 AM
You're such an encourager, Connie! Thank you for all your kind, positive feedback!
Messina Avatar
September 1, 2018 at 12:16 PM
Very well written, Wendy. Congrats on your win in the contest!
Watson Avatar
September 5, 2018 at 11:56 AM
That's very kind of you, Charles. I don't normally 'do spooky' but it's amazing where our imaginations can take us!
Green Avatar
August 29, 2018 at 11:59 AM
This was very well done. Creepy and spooky and a wonderful storyline that kept me engaged. I love the ending. Bravo.
Watson Avatar
August 29, 2018 at 12:07 PM
That’s very kind of you, Chris. It’s not my usual ‘genre’ and I’ll probably never see labradors again without feeling a shiver down my spine!
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