Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

You Can Bring Your Therapist

The house had been abandoned since December 24th, 1996.
The day the family disappeared. I know. I was there.
The only survivor that we knew of, all the others gone.
I had not been back since my cousins disappeared.

I was only three at the time, but I sometimes see glimpses.
Men with guns. One has a bandana on his head. 
The other has an eye that moves out of sync.
They are yelling, and the mother is screaming.

I wake up from the dream, wondering if I can do this.
You can bring your therapist, the police detective told me.
I do not know if this will help. But I do show up then next day.
The house glares at me, it shows its evil self. I smell death.

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L Milton Hankins October 1, 2022 at 7:44 PM Oh, this sounds bizarre, Caren. I think I'll steer a clear path around that house. Caren Krutsinger October 2, 2022 at 2:32 PM Hahaha The challenge was to write a scary tale around a haunted house.

Ian D. Campbell October 1, 2022 at 3:03 PM Brilliantly terrifying. Caren Krutsinger October 2, 2022 at 2:32 PM I appreciate that Ian. It delights me.