End of the first year of her university course
now it was Christmas holidays
excited to be going home to see mum and dad
her big sister would be there to
dad said he would pick her up from the station
filled with festive anticipation!
Tried to phone home that day but got no reply
getting on the train so worried
the normally quick trip slow in this demeanor
unable to comprehend a reason
she could see that there was nobody waiting
phoning her friend now debating!
A hug from her best mate glad to see somebody
they headed home in a car
approaching the road became aware of no lights
pulling up outside was fearful
of what she would find when opening the door
turning the key in the lock unsure!
Tried the light switch but there was no power
the street light gave some illumination
made their way to the cupboard in the hallway
where the fuse box was situated
a torch was on the top checking fuses were fine
the electric switched off by design!
With the house illuminated everything was tidy
so neat her mums handy work
as if it had been prepared for her home-coming
checked the bedrooms perfect
what was happening had thoughts of slaying
or kidnap nerves fraying!
Enquired with neighbours said they heard noises
went around knocked on the door
nobody replied then called the police concerned
but when they came all was quiet
now ready to tear out her hair fearing the worst
in her mind came a word cursed!
In the lounge the christmas tree stood in the corner
presents spread around the base
decorations lovingly placed cards hanging over string
just as she had waited to come and see
dad was a history teacher who enjoyed Egyptology
specialising in anthropology!
He had been on several archeological study trips
and brought back several artifacts
the thought of this made sense but was terrified
a smell of mould made them both
felt nauseous then she remembered the basement
were none of her family went!
But now there was no other choice it held the key
holding each other for comfort
through the entrance in the kitchen descended
the narrow creaky dusty stairs
uncertain of what would greet them down there
taking the guise of an ancient lair!
Having to use the torch there were large photos
of pyramids and artifacts
shelfs with real items placed neatly on long tables
the air had that mouldy odour
stifling hot and dusty made it hard to breathe
their calmness gone began to seethe!
There was a strange atmosphere they had to go
as they did heard faint whimpering
aimed the torch there saw her mum and sister
petrified afraid to move a muscle
helping them up quickly left the weird basement
away from that sense of encasement!
In the warmth of her best friends car she spoke
of her husbands involvement
with artifacts being taken from ancient tombs
and ignoring the stern warnings
how several hooded figures seem to materialize
their bodies and minds did paralyze!
They were forced down the stairs to the cellar
were they took several items
and with the girl’s father went as they had come
leaving them traumatized
helpless they cried uncertain what to do next
leaving them all perplexed!
Not the Christmas Home Coming she expected!
The Foureyed Poet.