Fright

The rain slashed down
the razor back ridge
misty wind spiraled
a cool autumn kiss

The moon casts a pall
that's rarely seen
casting wild shadows
a creepy feeling

Gingerly approach
a darkened archway
seeking the shelter
get out of the rain

You reach for the knocker
a gnarled hand made of brass
grasping it firmly
holding your breath

Before you can strike
slowly the door
opens on hinges
squealing from the chore

A cold wind rushes out
and goes straight through you
raising the hairs
from your head to your shoes

From the dark entrance
a cadaver like form
beacons you forward
toward you it floats

You turn to run
but now it's too late
the door behind you
closes firmly in place

A lump in your throat
as your heart leaves your chest
sweat starts to pour
in rivers of dread

Around and around
they swirl about you
tangents and visions
reaching for you

Down the hall
you do take flight
laughter behind you
increases your fright

You look to the left
you look to the right
for an escape
from this deadly plight

A stairwell appears
your choice must be right
or you will not leave
this house tonight

If upwards you go
trapped you will be
if downwards you go
surely to the beast

A window to the left
through it you crash
falling through air
surely to death

You jolt your eyes open
as you strike the ground
only to find
sheets and pillows around

back in your house
safe from the dream
of that darkened old mansion
at the end of your street