A house stands upon a shady hill,
An empty box left on the windowsill,
Sighs whisper through the lonely halls,
As blood drips down the white washed walls.
Screams in the night beg you to unveil,
The truth of the horror in this tale,
Bloody footprints lead to the truth,
Of a terrible life gone wrong in its youth.
In just the right light,
Something will appear in the corner of your sight,
Just a glimpse of blonde hair,
But enough to make you turn and stare.
There’s a flash of black, a beckoning sound,
Unwittingly following a hell hound,
A door made of wood pushed aside,
As you sign the death warrant on your own suicide.
Tremors of the past flash before your eyes,
You try to untangle the web of lies,
Watch in horror as her throat is ripped,
Torn apart as her body is stripped.
A young woman lying on the floor in just skin,
You know this isn’t a tale you’ll win,
You turn as their mouths fall to her chest,
Feelings so overwhelming you try to keep them suppressed.
Another woman enters and blood sprays,
The bodies tortured and abused for days,
Feasted upon by the beasts,
Who are waiting for the next bite of their feast.
Blue eyes flash as another is pushed to the floor,
Your screams echo as you run for the door,
Crying and screaming as you try to leave,
But inside you’re starting to grieve.
Another flash as claws pull out her hair,
An overwhelming feeling of despair,
A rip to your arm and the blood starts to well,
Exists all gone, you’re trapped in a hell.
Mouths lowering down to the bodies of the others,
Not to kiss and not to smother,
A wisp of light drawn out from their soul,
Leaving the bodies with a gaping hole.
Stare down at your chest and see smoke rise,
A hand to your mouth to stop the cries,
Unbidden they rise to a scream,
As you realise this is definitely not a dream.
Fingers close against your wrist,
They pull you in and force you to be kissed,
Your lips blister and skin burns,
As the shadows take it in turns.
Running away you leave bloody footprints on the ground,
Your screams now the only sound,
Into a room with only a box to see,
Until the door closes and in enters something beastly.
The mouth lowers again to yours,
Causing you to fall down on all fours,
A pain you’ve never felt as your soul is ripped away,
Added to the box you’re here to stay.
Your life drains as your throat drips,
You were drawn into a never ending script,
Now you’ll bring in more as they catch a glimpse of blonde hair,
And they turn to the window and stare,
And follow your journey through the haunted house,
Joining in a deadly game of cat and mouse.
A house stands on a shady hill,
A box full of souls on the windowsill,
Screams bounce around the murderous halls,
As a new body adds their mark to the blood stained walls.
© Rowanne S Carberry 16/04/17