Five future victims brought by bus to a motel
All being watched by a demon sent from hell
None could guess of the events that were about to begin
How could they know they’re subject to a killer’s whim?
They believe they’ve won a contest, a rewarding retreat
They didn’t realize there would be others here to meet
After they have got their keys they all unpack their bags
Then to with an invitation, to the party they are dragged
They all reveal their names like it is such a chore
Michael in room five, Evelyn in four
Kelly was in three, while James was in two
Left in room one was Miss Peggy Sue
The group of five gets acquainted in the dance hall
One by one they reveal their story to all
Telling of hobbies and their life’s events
Their last moment of joy before the murders would commence
As they retire to their room someone would lose their life
This would begin the victim’s weekend full of strife
Michael reaches in his pocket unable to find his key
He believes he has dropped it, so he gets down on his knees
The others, they are gone now
Each out of the reach from sound
The key drops in front of him, and he can only stare
Before he can move, his is held tightly by the hair
Struck with shock, he cannot even yelp
His time runs out, for he has lost his scalp
While the others are in their rooms dreamin’
He has been struck down by his demon
Before all have risen from their beds
James walks in to find him dead
The other three are awoken in a short time
And each is taken to the scene of the crime
All are horrified at the terrible sight
But they must figure out what happened last night
They look for the keeper, nowhere to be found
And the only phone has been smashed to the ground
They realize they’re trapped in the middle of nowhere
Stuck on their faces is a most desperate stare
They quickly decide to each go back to their rooms
But before that can happen one will meet their doom
While the others have left, Evelyn struggles to find her key
Her instinct says to leave, but then she sees it at she flees
She looks up high, on the ceiling it is hung
And with a knife to her neck, her life is now done
Unfortunately for the killer, Evelyn had time to scream
And this time the others are not busy with their dreams
But even though they all came in a dash
The murderer was quick, and the knife was stashed
Peggy Sue and Kelly find her on the floor
James is the last to enter, coming through a different door
They begin to suspect that one of them is responsible
But James suggests a mystery man, for anything is possible
He suggest that they all stay together in a confined space
This is the only way to ensure that all of them are safe
The two ladies hesitantly agree, but say they need their things
They say that they will meet him at the far East wing
The girls leave him and head their separate way
Instead of leaving though, right there does James stay
Kelly reaches her door and is shocked that it isn’t shut
She checks her purse and finds her key is not where it was put
Behind her now the door is slammed
And into her stomach the knife is jammed
The murderer continues to stab her chest
Now she is silent just like the rest
Peggy Sue cries out in horror and grief
However, when she sees James she shows relief
With him she goes and they hide where they had planned
By nightfall they decide the boredom is too much to stand
Peggy Sue says, “Back in my room we could have some fun”
So stripping all along the way, to the rooms they did run
Then she tells him “Without protection you’re not touching me”
He replies “Just one second, let me find my key”
He goes back along the way so he can find his pants
Before he gets there he notices it, with a lucky glance
He reaches down on the sidewalk in a bit of a hurry
And in the base of his skull the deadly knife is buried
Now Peggy Sue standing there all alone
Simply admires the work that she has done
A contest entry
- no more love poems by Ryno.
400 points, ended February 28, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh my! There is so many "story-poems" on AP nowadays, and honestly, usually, no of them interest me because they are soooooo long, bland, boring and their rhyme is so forced and bad.
This did not apply to you. Your story had be hooked all the way long. I was really interested as to what was going to happen next... and I wanted to know who the killer was. While I think that this is more of a story then poetry, the rhyme was still well done.
A twisted tale... and sadly happens a lot in today's society... great job! Thanks for the entry. -
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