Enticed by a price
Cheaper then any other
For a house of grandeur
Whose outside was beautiful
The inside hid great and dreadful horrors
Horrors that make your insides twist
Make what you’ve eaten want to come out
Yet, you didn’t know so you bought
You bought and for a while All was fine
Till you heard scratches in the walls
Screams you’d thought were nightmares
Crumbs appear where you’d thought you’d cleaned up
Things disappearing and reappearing where you didn’t have them placed
You convince yourself
I’m paranoid
Everything is fine
Yet the subtle insanity creeps into you
Until things escalate in slow calculation
The smallest drop of blood on the carpet
A scratch on the wall your sure wasn’t there before
Loud breathing above you as you sleep alone
Yet you still think it was a dream
Then suddenly it grows bolder
You have scratches on your body
Bruises you don’t remember receiving
You step on a piece of shattered glass
Yet you hadn’t dropped anything since you arrived
You start your bath and leave to get something to eat and you come back to scalding water
You run through your mind every small event
They twist into each other and your mind starts to crack
Broken lights that shouldn’t be broken
That one drop of blood to that stench of urine
The stench you’d smell sitting in the living room
Your hand holding the remote searching for just the right thing to watch
the crack becomes a fracture and you put your head in your hands
You scream and scream and you hear laughter and you scream and scream and tears fall as you scream
When it comes for you from behind you had finally gone quiet, but it whispers in your ear
And then it leaves you alone
Because it is not done playing
You’ve had enough you try to leave
You make it outside
Spend a week away with a friend
Then you come back
Because it sounds like a nightmare and you’ve never before been afraid of the dark
That was the last time you’d ever leave that house
And the monster laughs and laughs and laughs
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little poem. It was fun to write. Let me know your thoughts down in the comments below.
-Till next time!
Oh man. That was creepy. And beautiful.
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Glad you liked it! It means I wrote it the way it was meant to be written and that makes me feel really good about myself.
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Go girl! 💕
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That. Was. INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!! I would actaully rank this higher than any of Poe’s poetry, which are very good. This is fantastic Tiana, well done! (Hey y’know this would make a pretty good novel)
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You know.. I thought about this as a novel in a way.. because I kept writing and writing and honestly there is more to it then just the end I gave it. (I kinda ran out of time lol) But I had a BLAST writing this.
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Really enjoyed reading this creepy poem. Exactly what I imagine living in a haunted house would be like, where you don’t know it’s history then find out its haunted but think you’re just being paranoid because there’s no way a house could be haunted.
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Exactly! I had a lot of fun playing with the atmosphere for it, but what I love is the idea of taking that typical fear and making it actually real.. like actually something that could happen and that’s what inspires this.
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Sometimes that’s how we get our best ideas too from things that can actually happen.
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