A Horror Story

— a Dramatic Poem

Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash

A Horror Story

The house was old and crumbling,
The rafters cracked and bowed.
The furniture would be antique-
If it ever got to show.

Some said the house was haunted,
And you know how rumors spread.
The eerie house upon the hill
Filled with the ghosts of dead.

The old man hunkered on the floor,
Trapped in an upstairs room.
Not anybody’s prisoner,
But it pained him just to move.

The house was big but mostly dark.
The only light shone from this room
And through an upper window
To light the outside gloom.

A figure passing on the road
On this dark and stormy night
Stared up at the rundown house
And saw the window’s light.

He crept up to the carved wood door,
Rapped upon it with the knocker.
No answer was there from within...
... what follows is a shocker!