Haunting

 

Things go bump in the night,

echoes in the moonlight.

Slime dripping from walls.

Blood spilling from doors

as the ground tumbles and crawls

with the scratching of dead fingers,

clawing as the crow calls,

squawking at the downfall

of sunlight as the night

basks in the terror

it inflicts upon us all.

 

Pans shoot

across the kitchen.

Taps dripping

a heartbeat rhythm.

Light fixtures swinging,

doors slamming.

A vision.

A body hanging,

where the lampshade

used to be.

Terror infecting everything.

Cold spots stinging

as the tingling

icy fingers ripple

down your spine.

 

ALL OF THIS IS MINE

 

A voice.

A deathly chorus

of hellish noise.

A face in the shadows

replaces the glimmer of the room

as the light grows dimmer.

and in the belly of fear

you are consumed.

Scrawled words upon the mirror.

 

LEAVE MY HOME

 

You shiver

but your legs won’t move.

The shadows creep nearer.

The ceiling feeling closer

than it ever used to be.

The room - a coffin,

the last place you'll see

unless you tear down the walls

and finally break free.

 

 

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