Who lives in a house like this?
Let us take a peek, sneaking to glance
to see if by chance, we can
witness the inhabitants.
Through the gothic keyhole we climb,
too big for any key, this door exudes
a delight in its own monstrosity.
We peruse the hallway,
Draughty empty, cobwebs play.
Disturbed dust dancing
in the flashes of lightning,
that turn night to day.
No mirrored surfaces.
As we enter the dining room,
a wolf howls its tuneful croon
towards the fearful moon.
Antique furnishings coated in grime.
A bottle of what looks like red wine.
A glass smashed
upon the floor, a splatter,
red wine or brain matter?
Something crawls up your spine,
or is that just fear twisting your mind.
Take the steps
to the top of the tower,
as wrathful storm
unleashes her power.
Crackkkk boooom.
The night splits in two.
Screams echo through
locked doors.
Seductive sounds intoned from
behind closed off rooms,
but we make our way
down to the tombs.
Slimy slick stone,
footsteps uncertain.
Air sticky with the sickly scent
of rotten flesh.
The atmosphere
takes your breathe
and crushes it like
a bug under hefty boot.
Outside an owl hoots,
a menacing chuckling sound,
taunting.
In the centre of the tomb,
a coffin. Lid slid sideways,
but no inhabitant lay within.
Where is the body?
Before the thought had fully formed,
a shadow covers the slick stone wall.
Feel the pinprick on your neck.
and fall to the ground. The view fades to red.
Thanks for reading
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