deepundergroundpoetry.com

Another Haunted House

Into the state of Shock
In a neighborhood that is full
If you take a left turn
And enter the cul-de-sac
Of houses completely forged
With stories of their own
If you keep going
Forward and forward
Then you take a look to your right
You will see it
A yard with a busted down mailbox
A driveway full of weeds and vines
And the iron fence that is decaying like flesh
In the center of the lawn
Right between the front and back yard
Is the house
A not so normal house
Entering the premises is easy
To the point of ease that makes you think
A house that that should not be entered
Has no lock
And has no obstacle in its entrance
So why should the stories of fright
Keep me away from a defenseless home
Like any house in the cul-de-sac
There is a porch
That goes around the house
You take your first step up to the porch
And the stair makes a splintering crack
One that you can feel in your feet
You quickly hop up to the porch
And you stare at the door in front of you
The porch is empty
And shows no sign of interest
So you go to the front door
And give it a pull
Nothing ...
You decide to give it a push
Nothing as well ...
You stand there confused
So you turn around
And then you hear a sound
A soft thud
You turn around to see the door wide open
The air rushes out the house
Like frightened children
And the air seems to be pulling you in
Almost as if ... it does not
It would be punished
You quickly head inside the house
Without a second thought
And you shut the door closed
You turn around so slow
That you think you turned too fast
And you see a staircase going up
And a hallway right beside the stair
And a room to your left
And to your right
You decide to go to the room
That one room
The room that is to your left
You take on step
And the floor beneath you
Makes a sickening crack
A sound so terrible
That it makes your bones feel skinned
You take a breath and go to the room
It seems to be a kitchen
You feel an ominous aura
An aura so dark that you immediately turn
And you run right up the stairs
In pure instinct of terror
And you realize that the doors
In the hall are closed
All doors except for one
You feel a great desire to go in the room
So you take a few steps
It felt like two steps
But it should have been more
You look into the room to find a child
In the middle of the room
Reading some papers
The paper must of been in the house
At the sight of a person
Holding the materials in hand
You suddenly feel a great rage inside
It only takes one foot of travel
To be beside the poor boy
And tell him “Get Out Now”
That is all it took for the boy to run out
Out of the room
Out of the second floor
Out of the house
And finally out of the yard
You feel great ease all of a sudden
Memories start coming to you
Memories of who you are
What you are
The spirit of the Haunted House
Written by Tink_Romero
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 319
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:28am by brokentitanium
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:18am by Billy_Snagg
COMPETITIONS
Today 00:46am by Louismatteo349
COMPETITIONS
Today 00:41am by Louismatteo349
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:19pm by Ahavati
POETRY
Yesterday 11:05pm by Grace