At the end of the block, the last house on the right,
has been vacant for one hundred years.
The flag on the mailbox is always upright.
It once pushed a mailman to tears.
No one believed him whenever he complained,
for his wounds are all healed with no scars.
Each finger he lost, caused him more and more pain,
yet they always grew back. It was bizarre.
The landlord gave up collecting the rent,
for his left arm was smitten off thrice.
His wife left him screaming, "You must be demented!
as she watched red tears pour from his eyes.
The townspeople hunkered in the corners at night,
when the unearthly wailing would begin.
Every soul was aware, that the house on the right,
held something demented within.
All the towns children were sent far away,
since two boys disappeared on that block.
They were seen waving out from a window one day,
and were headless. It caused quite a shock.
There was no trick-or-treating or pumpkins on porches,
just scared townspeople trying to survive.
On Halloween night, shrouded figures with torches,
burned a swath across everything in sight.
On All Hallows Eve of the one hundredth year,
came the end to the townspeople's plight.
Every living thing in the town disappeared,
and every house, but the one on the right.
Author notes
by GotLilt
A contest entry
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Comments
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omg
Very nice write! The flow was amazing, and normally I hate pieces that rhyme...but this was great! I would say good luck in this contest, but hunni with talent like that...you dont need any luck!!!
Please keep penning!
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Thank you. My rhyme gets in the way sometimes and other times is sings. My muse is a stinker. LOL
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WOW
Very creep and eerie atmosphere. Well written nice flow. Thanks for entering -
Oooo this did give me the creeps towards the end. A bizarre story with great rhyme and flow. Loved reading this. Best wishes in the contest
Gaylene
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