I was writing a scary story to post for Halloween, and I completely dropped the ball on finishing it up in time. I’m still working on it, but in the meantime, here’s another of my very rare poems.
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It’s quiet in this room
As the world lies asleep
And I sit here awake
But suddenly, a creak.
I wander from the sofa,
Pass into the kitchen
Stop at the hallway
Dare to take a listen.
“Certainly,” I think
“It’s just the house settling”
But then I realize
Someone must be meddling.
“Impossible,” I mumble
“I know I closed the door”
But the evidence is clear
As it swings ajar.
I push the slab closed
Quickly twist the lock
Turn around to walk back in
And encounter quite a shock.
Frightful, you may call it
You’d suspect that was the case
As I certainly did not expect
To be staring a man in the face.