A lone voice.
That of a child's
No younger than five,
No older than seven,
Singing innocently.
'One, two,
Bedtime for you...'
I ascend the creeling stairs.
One step. Two step.
Looking up briefly, I see the door.
Crispy, gray paint peeling off the ancient oak.
A draft sweeping around the gaps
Of a door unopened for centuries.
'... Three, four,
Better lock your door...'
The voice crawls under my skin
Causing goosebumps to erupt from the surface.
I step up, floorboards moaning.
The draft turns icy, despite the mid-summer heat.
An unearthly darkness surrounds me.
The door is drawing closer.
'... Five, six,
Get your crucifix...'
Ascending the last of the steps
I stand. Facing the door.
I didn't want to be here but
A promise and curiosity forced me.
The corroded key is in my hand,
My fingertips brush the dusty, brass handle.
'... Seven, eight,
Don't stay up too late...'
Unwillingly, I place the key into the hole.
As it turned, the ancient locked clicked loudly.
The door slowly creaked open. Independently
I back into the forgotten room of the forgotten house.
I close the door. I hear a sound.
I turn around...
'... Nine, ten,
Never wake again...'
Author notes
This is what I came up with when I went into the bathroom of my house. Apparently, a young girl was brutally abused there and one day, she was stabbed in the gut and left for dead. She was about 6 or 7 years old and it was her father who committed the crime. The story goes that the father re-married to another woman and they had one child, Sara. Well, Sara adventured to the house because her father had told her not to because it was bad history. Sara went to the house many times but one day, exactly seventeen years since the young girl was murdered, Sara went to the house again with her boyfriend when they heard singing. Sara and Richard (Boyfriend) went to the top floor where they noticed a set of stairs. Sara hadn't been on this floor before because it was hidden by a large door. When they got up the stairs, Sara had found a key on the window and she took it. She continued to hear the voice and when she turned around, she saw some stairs leading up to a door at the top. The door was old and the paint was peeling off it. Sara wanted to know where the voice was coming from and it was singing this exact rhyme, what the young girl last sang before she passed away. Sara didn't know of the death of her half sister, so she walked up the stairs, Richard following. She then placed the key in the lock and it opened on its own. She looked behind her and it was really dark, even though it was summer and it was about noon. Sara told Richard to wait for her by the door so she could go and investigate who was singing. She backed into the room and closed the door when she head something shift behind her. When she turned around, there was the little girl with no eyes looking at Sara before she sang those last two lines. Then, the young girl stabbed Sara in the neck, killing her instantly. Then, as Richard barged through the door, the little girl's spirit evaporated and went to rest in peace. Richard then looked at his dead girlfriend before running out of the house and to his own, where he contacted Sara's father. Richard then told everyone he could and they all went to the house. That is how the story is known today. Sara's father was rumored to have committed suicide at the death of his only two children, Richard married, had six children, five boys and one girl, called Sara and the house... well, it was sold to normal people and the legend continues.
I doubt that this is true but I'm telling you.. it is extremely cold in that bathroom and it is dark up there. Also, at night, I can't go up there because the door won't open. It's not locked because the key was taken by another family but it's like someone, or something, is sat behind the door, blocking it. It really is frightening when you're living in the same house as it...
This poem is supposed to be horrifing or at least send goosebumps down your skin.
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awsome
i love it i loved it so much -
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I think that it was pretty scary, if this poem was made into a movie, it would definetly be scary I thought this was pretty good. i saw it all in my head. -
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Thanks
Thanks Kagome
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Wow!
I could see it all in my head! That was great!
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Thanks
Thanks Kagome. The only thing I wonder about is...
It it scary or is it just childist horror? I really want to know.
The author notes are true, but I missed out quite a bit describing Sara and Richard and the little girl and the abuse she recived. I tried to make the poem as spooky and as scary as I can but I don't know if I've done it all too well...
Thank you for the applaud
Ruth
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