The Nowhere Floor
It's the locked door there
at the very top of the stairs
not quite the attic's humid air
but the secret fourth floor door lead to nowhere.
Children teetered on the creaky steps
fearing the lecture they would get
should they be caught and found out, yet
punished curiosity does not diminish the fear or threat.
Their agile companionship could not be breached
as two young children up the stair did creep
tugging at the locked door suddenly ajar, eyes peeked
screams carried echoes near and far in wild shrieks.
Cobwebs, dusty boxes loomed dark and gray
an old victrola loudly scratched the inner sanctum play
a record pulled from the cupboards back in the day
one dare not move as the ghostly spiders danced away.
Crazy story you may scoff, chuckle as you boldly declare
but when grandma shouted, the children were nowhere
and to this very day, no one has ever dared
to open the fourth floor door to nowhere.
Craig Cornish's contest
The Fourth Floor to Nowhere
9/9/20
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