Beach House

The scene unfolds on sand,
yellowish brown and tossed all around.

The sound of waves slams the rocks surrounding,
wooden pieces that form a house.

Beach house sits atop this place of scenery displayed.
Two stories tall encompassed by white picket walls and
a porch that wraps around.

Upon entering the door, a sense of silence
becomes known.
The opening room is filled with sky high views,
comfortable seating, and liquor bar to boot.

All seems well settling into this luxury,
till darkness falls on this beauty.

Beware the night though,
loving this place may ultimately lead to your erase.

The sounds change from peaceful and relaxed,
to an eerie whistling wind and a back screen door that slams.

Those who check in best be prepared the spirits in this place
give no sleep to all who stay here.
The lights blow out leaving a dust in the wind kind of feel.

Sitting in the pitch black has all the appeal,
if you like chills rolling, hair standing, sweat pouring,
eyes bulging with fear.

Upstairs or down makes no difference,
the haunting of these unimaginable things are everywhere.
See nothing you will, fight back will be of no avail to you.

Winds become stronger, waves crash harder,
the floor begins to unravel.
Floorboards creek, chairs squeak,
lasting the night, sticking in your mind.

The creepiness of this place,
forces you to huddle in a corner and pray to go somewhere.
Anywhere but here, gripping knees and hoping they would just leave.

The tide starts to turn, skies clear to a sun-soaked view.
Rising from this terror filled time with blood shot eyes,
chattering teeth, and shaken bones.
The door swings open the calm resides, those involved stumble out never the same.

Leaving this place is a relief, but the scars and fright from that beach house site will forever change me.