L. B. Mek

Seep deep, Drip of Sleep or A, slip?


Entering, door ominously creaking

leaping, broken floorboards

seeking, a way to that staircase 

of salvation 


‘Anyone there?’

Shouted with gusto, defiance projected

while inside

trepidation, squeezes on anxiety’s grip 


Up, up

stair by squeaking stair, grappling 

with a shattered staircase, swaying

lurking, a presence of raw menace 


Reached top landing, breathless 

from climbing, just Thirteen stairs

with knees and hands on floor

words, exclaimed bold: ‘Anyone here? Hello?’


These words are noticeably less forceful

a thread of hopeful lament, can be heard

within the nuances of a sharp short

stifled, breath.


Three rooms, ahead

all doors wide open, each draped

in that lingering shadow of ill-intent

moonlit shards, adding their tint of dread


‘Look, we’re here to help

There’s more people outside

Emergency services, will be here soon

Can you please call-out?!’


Drip, drip

tapping sounds, awaken

moonlit shards - enlarge

a path ahead, beckons 


Third doorway, is shrouded in dim light

a crimson carpet is revealed

stretching out, to beneath her feet.

Alarmed, surely that wasn’t there before - right?


Tepid, fingers prodding what’s beneath carpet

nothing, at a single touch the whole thing

folds-in at the middle, cascades below in one flow

a huge gaping hole, revealed


laughter engulfs, all around.

‘Wtf’, whispered at a high pitch 

quick turn, back to descend the staircase

that’s now, nowhere to be seen


Tittering on a plank of wood

where every side, is a steep edge 

she, finally realises

‘I hate, these realistic dreams!’


and takes a step

to jilt herself awake…

Drip, drip

the Scene is rearranged: Next?



© L. B. Mek

October 2021

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2021 02:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, aDarkerMind.


  • Teddy.15

    That's fantastic, I felt I was almost inside this poem. So very clever my dear friend.

    • L. B. Mek

      why thank you, dear Poetess
      your welcome for the ensuing nightmares, mwahahaha...
      ahem, got lost in the roleplay a bit - me thinks... lol
      this was just just a wannabe precursor
      for the upcoming Halloween season, a little fun
      would like to see your version of the next scene
      if you find it interesting?

    • spilleronsheet

      Indeed the story well scripted
      The words so well adorned
      I , reader
      Felt like a character
      Caught up in story of yours
      So realistic
      Yet fantasies lace
      Wonder where the boundary rests

      • L. B. Mek

        nice, and if you're that curious
        why not have a go
        at scripting the next scene
        or run with it and finish a little short story?
        and we can both help celebrate
        the great, Edgar Allan Poe..
        thanks for the wonderful reply,
        glad you had fun reading this

        • spilleronsheet

          Well I can try… but I don’t know if I can be a storyteller like you…at the moment I can be your disciple and learn how to be a storyteller….

        • Fay Slimm.

          Your mastery of word-power brings me to the chair' s edge with this peek into a realistic dream - - great penning my friend.

          • L. B. Mek

            thank you dear Fay,
            if you think it fun
            maybe have a go at scripting the next scene?
            help get us all in the Halloween mood, lol

          • Neville

            live the dream they said ... he did and just look where that got him ... write on brother ........................................ N

            • L. B. Mek

              you up for inking out the next scene?
              a little Halloween fun,
              been suggesting it to everyone, just think
              it might be fun to see all our different takes
              let our creativity get into that horror season, maybe..
              (thanks for the wonderfully witty comment, brother
              genuinely had me lol)

            • Paul Bell

              Just the journey of the creaking floorboards that for some reason in the dead of night sound like church bells going off. Then for some crazy reason, you go on into the unknown.
              This is when you're at the mercy of the dream master. Will it be a gory death, or is it a wake-up screaming occasion. I foresee more like this in the run-up to Halloween.

              • L. B. Mek

                oh no, no more
                my nightmares provide enough horror, for me
                all year round! lol
                really appreciate your account of the reading experience
                which I find wonderfully delightful,
                if I was to read my own words a million times
                I doubt I would ever connect
                the creaking boards to a church, but then
                I read your take, and can so easily identify with your meaning
                like that eerie sense, seating alone
                in a huge silent/stilled church..
                thank you, so glad you enjoyed the read

              • aDarkerMind

                very enjoyable L.B.
                and share your view...'Birds' beats 'gory' every time.

                • L. B. Mek

                  right? Robert said it as well
                  good: at least there's a few of us left, lol
                  really appreciate your kind comments
                  and gestures of support my friend
                  its always, such a humbling gift to receive
                  thank you!

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