House Part Five

Standing on the porch still watching the green glow

reluctant to go any further the girls forced their hand.

One grabbed the handle both pushed and were ready to go

running in they all saw on the floor a rotting hand.

As the girls screamed the old timber floor gave way

they crashed into the cellar amongst rubble and clay.

In pitch darkness each tried to struggle to their feet

a sickening odour once more filled each ones nose.

Alan luckily had a torch as they heard a constant beat

scrambling up the rickety stairs from below evil arose.

The four quickly reached the blood stained cellar door

it swung open falling through the stairs collapsed with a roar.


The Foureyed Poet.

Published in: on 13/09/2007 at 19:21  Comments (1)  

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  1. Reblogged this on The Foureyed Poet and commented:

    House! 5/8 The Foureyed Poet.


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