The single young woman found it was hard
even though working
to pay the bills and the large mortgage to
she needed a lodger
providing extra income so she could cope
this really was the hope!
The lodger arrived late on an winter evening
there on the front porch
an old suitcase clasped in bony hand
speaking in a quiet voice
harsh whisper in a monotonous drone
yet had a chilling tone!
Said she had read about the room to rent
yet not contacted by phone
the owner reluctant to let her come inside
struggled paying the bills
regrettably no other enquiries received
she could only proceed.
From the first meeting doubt was embedded
within her inner fears
already the warmth of her home had waned
showed her the room
gave her approval she would take it uttered
in agreement muttered!
Moved in that night with no other luggage
went in the room in silence
the door shut yet the owner full of dread
what had she let in her house
sat in the lounge listening to the television
already regretting her decision!
Decided to sleep down in the lounge that night
later thought it was silly
to allow her imagination to spook her thoughts
the lodger would be fine
three days passed before eventually emerging
trouble began surging!
Unable to comprehend what she was doing
no food had been taken in
could not recall if the toilet had been used
not feeling well stayed inside
never been sick as this trying to think back
or so much energy lack!
The lodger crept about now mainly in the dark
the place would not heat
it was constantly cold and so many flies buzzed
always a dank mouldy smell
filled the air never had this before she came
nothing could she blame!
In the end decided had to make conversation
depression was overwhelming
even hard to climb the stairs breath short
soon outside the room stood
before she could knock the door it opened
into emptiness did descend!
Compelled to enter there saw the gaunt figure
empty eyes and almost skeletal
went to speak but there was a piercing scream
followed by a blinding light
she woke with a shudder and fell off her bed
thinking she must be dead!
Finding her heart was racing knew she was not
sat shaken on the thick rug
cold no more really went to the lodgers door
finding it was slightly open
summed up the courage to go right inside
had to face not hide!
But it was empty the lodger seemed to have left
the tension and fear had lifted
the odours and flies were not about any more
though she had not existed
strange had it been an awful nightmare she had
certainly never had one that bad!
Came home from work around seven that evening
got herself something to eat
then there was a faint tap upon the front door
wondering who it could be
nobody usually called at this time without a call
went to answer it down the hall!
Devastated to see a thin pale girl holding a suitcase
within her bony hand!
The Foureyed Poet.
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