The Door!

There was the key he had lost some years ago

that fitted the rusting lock

belonging to the door at the top of narrow stairs

in his dead uncle’s house

that was told by him every visit never to go near

how inside wanted to peer!

 

Now in his thirties the warning clearly remembered

his aunt within still resided

had found the key in the uncle’s study desk draw

fear had never left him

took it home on a hook in his own kitchen placed

soon noticed it had been misplaced!

 

After searching for a while puzzled where it was

was distracted with other thoughts

now confronted with the keys re-appearance

renewed his long-lost fears

realising the time was here to face his own past

decided to open the door at last!

 

At his uncle’s house his aunt sat so frail and old

let her know he was there

then took his long dreaded steps to the door

the dust made him cough

spiders cobwebs made his blood pressure high

his childhood nightmare was nigh!

 

With his mind screaming to leave right away

turned the key pushed it open

an awful odour made him retch as he faltered

fumbled for a light switch

could not find one yet the wall seemed so wet

stood helpless with regret!

 

More use to the darkness the landing light shone

creating creepy odd shadows

he became aware of something near the window

that had been blacked out

metal bars screwed in front something slithered

sinking to the floor his strength withered!

 

And on top of him was a monstrous drooling freak

with a deep throaty voice spoke

welcome home brother aunty said you were coming

in the doorway she stood

glad you to have met at long last she closed the door

nothing was heard of him anymore!

 

His cries for help were never heard!

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

 

 

 

Turning The Key!

It had been a long shift she was glad to be home

as usual placed the key in the lock

yet this time turning the key seemed harder

it opened stiffly in her mind

now was on alert feeling very uncomfortable

usually calm and at ease as a rule!

 

Hesitating outside her own apartment door

silly she thought boldly entered

nothing out of place or signs of a break in

but tonight it was so  wrong

turned on the disc player for a distraction

lighten the mood have fun!

 

Heated up a meal she had prepared earlier

being tired got ready for bed

seemed cooler than normal heating was on

it was a cold December night

remembering it was warm when she came in

the nightmare would soon begin!

 

Never had any problems before though told

awhile before she bought it

heard rumours drug dealers used it for deals

but happily here for two years

nothing was confirmed this was her home

now sensed something did roam!

 

Almost reluctant now to retire for the night

but the hour had become late

approaching the bed noticed an indentation

as if somebody laid there

she froze then before here eyes it was gone

the urge to run strong!

 

Though unseen was sure there was a presence

dreading it she half turned

it was as if somebody had quickly passed by

like a blurry human shape

more noise now came the from the bathroom

entering a black shape did loom!

 

The bath taps running the air was ice-cold

she could take no more

grabbed what she could made for the door

at first would not open

panic consumed her wrestling with the catch

her strength no match!

 

She screamed in frustration and fear of her life

then it opened with force

not stopping found herself on the pavement

glancing up at her window

a person was looking down the image raw

she never entered any more!

 

To this day nobody will purchase this apartment!

 

What had triggered these events?

 

The Foureyed Poet

Published in: on 12/11/2013 at 15:01  Leave a Comment  
Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , ,
%d bloggers like this: