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Tonight
It is late
and I am alone;
the house is still,
and growing cold.
A light turns on –
even though
I have not moved.
I almost missed
the flicker of shadow
across the hall;
silence.
I wait in the cold
while the chill
sweeps up my back.
My breath is paused;
perhaps it was nothing
…
Suddenly, the light is off;
I sneak a breath,
stifle a shiver.
The house is quiet
and the cold is lingering.
©Shelley Marie 2013
and I am alone;
the house is still,
and growing cold.
A light turns on –
even though
I have not moved.
I almost missed
the flicker of shadow
across the hall;
silence.
I wait in the cold
while the chill
sweeps up my back.
My breath is paused;
perhaps it was nothing
…
Suddenly, the light is off;
I sneak a breath,
stifle a shiver.
The house is quiet
and the cold is lingering.
©Shelley Marie 2013
Published 11th Mar 2013
| Edited 13th Mar 2013
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Anonymous
14th Mar 2013 7:51pm
A big old empty cold house..you capture the sentiment well, I enjoyed this
15th Mar 2013 1:04am
31st Mar 2013 7:05am
Fear crept over me thinking the shadow was someone. Darkness in the night and all alone... can really haunt you!
Really enjoyed!:)
Really enjoyed!:)
31st Mar 2013 7:22am
..yes it can. I was thoroughly creeped out from the incident that inspired this poem!
Thank you again!
Thank you again!
Anonymous
19th Apr 2013 4:19pm
Ghostly! Loved the chilling tingle of fear - like a favorite scene in a horror flick (the old ones, where instilling fear was more important than the gore).
FYI: It would only happen once! Bought an old farm house in the '90s. My toddler was always talking about (or TO) "that woman in the kitchen" (seen from the doorway of her bedroom). Never scary, just observational things. The kid had me looking over my shoulder, lol. I told her to tell her friend to either pitch in w/ the dishes or seek the light ;) Still love a good ghost story!
FYI: It would only happen once! Bought an old farm house in the '90s. My toddler was always talking about (or TO) "that woman in the kitchen" (seen from the doorway of her bedroom). Never scary, just observational things. The kid had me looking over my shoulder, lol. I told her to tell her friend to either pitch in w/ the dishes or seek the light ;) Still love a good ghost story!
27th Apr 2013 8:12am
Aw thank you!!
EEK that's a bit creepy. But your response is funny ^o^ My dad had a similar experience with an old cottage his parents purchased. He had many experiences with "an old man" there (an old man built it and left it in my grandparents' name for when he died). Cool - but creepy.
EEK that's a bit creepy. But your response is funny ^o^ My dad had a similar experience with an old cottage his parents purchased. He had many experiences with "an old man" there (an old man built it and left it in my grandparents' name for when he died). Cool - but creepy.
27th Apr 2013 8:14am
The haiku-ish poem came out of this one actually as sort of a "clear-away-all-the-extras-type" editing.
:P
:P
