It was another working day for the carpenter
one of a group renovating a house
admittedly it was a big premises with a past
named oddly Desolation Manor
but he found himself uneasy being inside
afraid this he denied!
Here in an overgrown country park at dawn
arriving before anyone else
the manor looked more bleak on this day
very reluctant to go near
never liked working here standing outside
his time to bide!
All the while drawn to a mother and child
waiting at the main door
trying to turn away he heard a child laugh
nobody else was about
compelled to take another look that way
an empty doorway on display!
At last his fellow workers came down the drive
he felt very relieved
greeting each other they went into the dim hall
his job renovating the staircase
hearing their laughter echoing in the building
soon he had regret coming in!
Opening his tool box a loud sound up the stairs
instinctively glancing that way
a couple argued where had they come from
the man pushed the female
falling violently down with a pitiful scream
blood flowed like a stream!
A child came into view kneeling by the body
sobbing holding a still hand
he jumped back in a spontaneous reaction
but nothing was visible
in a cold sweat he picked up his tool case
never returning to that place!
Nor dare to look back or speak of it again!
The Foureyed Poet.