I found this old Victorian house,
along the ocean shore.
Felt an instant peace the day I walked in,
no need to look anymore.
I thought it strange as I walked about ,
their were rose petals about the floor.
I asked the keeper and he looked around,
he replied I'm not too sure .
I took it that day and gave the man his pay,
and started my move right away.
That evening as I sat out to view the sea,
a heavenly whisper came to me.
You are sitting in my Sahra's chair ,
I was startled and I moved quickly from there.
As I looked about more petals I could see,
and bent down to lift one up and it blew away from me .
I shook off the feeling and went in for bed ,
and it was lovely with a white elegant spread.
The instant my head hit the pillow there was a chill in the air,
and the whisper once more Sahra and I don't share.
Days passed and I found it most unsettling indeed,
for there were times I felt they were passing right through me.
My body would become chilled and my hair would dance above my head,
and a smell one that made me gag it smelled of the death.
While cleaning one day I pressed upon a board in the floor,
and it lifted slightly and I was curious for sure.
I removed the board and the next as well,
then it hit me once more as though it came from hell .
With a flashlight I shown it within the cellar depths,
and amongst the rose petals a woman huddled by herself .
I found a way to get down there and touched her arm,
and as she turned within my soul her look was one of harm.
Scars were about her face her beauty was no more,
she tried so hard to talk but kept looking toward the dark at a door .
Pushing me away then I found out why,
as I turned to where she was looking I saw it's eyes.
The rose petals all lifted and began to swirl about,
and I had to hold my ears for the shrill noise all around.
I felt a rush so freezing and found I couldn't move ,
as the dark shadow engulfed me and I felt my soul had been removed.
After a bit with out any memory of that night,
I found myself sitting back on the porch in the state of fright.
I looked about and found the rose petals all laced with blood,
then looked at myself and screamed a silent scream like a muffled hush.
My arms had been skinned of their flesh and my face dripped red,
As I reach up to my hair found rose petals stuck there instead.
I knew this couldn't be it must be a horrible dream,
and then I lost control and it became morning again it seemed.
Tired and sick from the fear from the night before,
I raised slowly and started in through the door.
As I looked down to see red footprints everywhere,
I knew the house was only meant for Sahra and she was so aware.
Gathering up her things as her eyes darted about,
cacked on blood from her arms and her heart near jumping out.
She lifted her suitcase and never looked back,
then it happened she felt those cold hands and a deadly smack.
Down she fell with in the basement there,
and like rain the rose petals were floating about everywhere .
She turned from the floor and became eye to eye as tears fell ,
with the one who held Sahra in pure hell.
As she opened wide to scream her face froze in place,
and she knew as it move closer this would be her last day.
She felt something like a crowbar beneath her there,
and she swung with all her might and caught his head and took out a patch of hair.
She was doomed if she didn't strike again and again to get herself free,
and as she struck him she caught just to the right how Sahra had gotten to her knees .
Through the fight she held him off and then gave it her last blow,
and he fell like a rock upon the floor.
Again and again she struck with out a care,
to make sure this demon would not ever again become aware.
She helped Sahra out and then herself,
and the two women so wrecked left the house of hell.
As they neared town and she looked Sahra's way,
she found their was no one with her just a bloody seat that day.
She entered town and the sheriff helped her to a chair ,
and as she told her story they all just sat and stared.
Its not the first time and it wont be the last,
for in the old vintage house such evil has been cast.
Every time its the same and alone they make it to town ,
only tomorrow it will be as though it never happened
and fresh rose petals strewn around.
She sat there in disbelief and the silence took over that day ,
and as she looked down at her arms where the rose petals were displayed .
One by one they fell to the floor and were instantly renewed,
and a whisper of death that replied I'M NOT THROUGH WITH YOU.
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