A heavy thud
That comes from nowhere
A door handle
That slightly turns
A loose board creaks
Without a step
The smell of
Candle wax that burns.
A soft whisper
Upon the moment
A touch
But no one there
A creaking of
A distant door
A gentle lifting
Of your hair.
Footsteps in the attic
Childrens voices
Still at play
A rocking chair
That smoothly sways
Energy in the air.
The corridor
Narrow foreboding
Long and wisping
Seems to send
A message threatening
Stop !
Go no further
To its end.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
The unexplained has not only driven man to find a solution to his curiosity but has raised hairs on the back of the neck of many a person. Well done and most timely.
thanking you appreciated
You are most welcome
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