The Old Victorian Inn
Every day on my shore walk, I walk by a beautiful old dilapidated Victorian Inn
It’s been vacant for many years since a rumored double murder happened within
Today, oddly, I notice a light on inside as I cautiously walk to the front door
I enter the inn and see the ghost of an old Sea Captain, as I pass out on the floor
I come to, feeling foolish, as a fluffy tom cat starts purring and licking my face
Until I hear the old Sea Captain tell me my room is ready to stay at his place
8/29/19
Contest: Halloween Fright Night
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Contest: Writing Challenge 3, August 2019 - Six Lines
Sponsor: Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
Copyright © Tania Kitchin | Year Posted 2019
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