Haunted House

Step through the old door and feel the shivers creep.

Hollow faces twisting out of shadows so deep.

That close, yet distant past you desperately try to keep.


The Moon drifts through the curtain.

And faint piano keys chime.

You listen to the wind howl.

Watching Chandelier crystals dance along the blinds.


You take your first step.

And tiptoe silently up the stairs.

Your breath cuts off.

As you approach a freezing cold air.


You snap back to now

And continue down the hall

Echoes is all you can hear

Apart from the occasional screaming call


You're not sure where you're going

But you know it's what you have to do

What did seem several small steps,

Looking back now seems enormously more than  a few

The hall has swallowed you whole

Still, you carry on walking

Everything's come to a deafening stand still

Now you can't even hear the talking

You tap onto the door

It opens as if it knew

You take a shuddering breath

And creep on through

What you expected to see

Is deffinately not there at all

There is no monsters, ghosts

Or evil spirits standing tall

You scream at the object

Smashing it to pieces

Smiling happily

As it's glory quickly decreases

You creep back out

You creep spiralling down

Towards the light you came from

Blocking out that distant sound.