Just tell 'em all
it's haunted - ghosts
of Christmas present, Christmas past
dust and spiders- and when that's sorted
hairdryer on the hinges of the doors
will dry them out, make them creak
unscrew the ends of the floorboards -
dead mice souls, their little squeaks...
perhaps blood running down the stairs,
these little touches, small affairs
make all the difference.
Turn off the couples,
turn away billionares
hang sheets on the furniture,
rip glass eyes out of your teddy bears
and scatter them. Write on the mirror in red
nail varnish, say
'I wonder how that got there -'
and when they're done, when you've got them scared
deaden your eyes, blanken your stare,
Prophesize for a bit and when you're through
snap out of it, and say 'that's nothing to
the werewolf that lives downstairs...'
A contest entry
- HELP WANTED!!! BIG POINTS by Recluse Writer.
3500 points, ended June 13, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I'm not sure I wanna go and visit her now, let alone expect someone to buy the place 
Thanks for your entry and I wish you all the best
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You've just about got me scared to live here myself!!!
A great direction to come from but not sure I could rip the eyes out of all my Teddys though.
Thank you for taking the time to pen a helping hand here. I wish you luck at judgement time.
Linda
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