Thirty Nine Steps
Thirty nine steps to the open door.
A broken mirror on the floor.
Crackling fire from the log.
The howling of the neighbors dog.
A sudden chill through out the house.
The cat gives chase to the mouse.
Darkness all around.
What the hell is that creepy sound?
A shadow stares with red eyes.
I scream but no one can hear my cries!
I feel cold and hot.
I try to move but I can not.
It is so unfair
a strange hold keeps me in this chair.
If I could run the 39 steps would I be free?
I just don’t know,
maybe?
I pray for the chance to see.
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