I have a rag top mustang
Now I don’t like to boast
I dropped the rag top on the car
And headed up the coast
Up the coastal highway
The wind was in my hair
I was looking for a rumor
I hoped to find up there
I had heard about a castle
That they built there on the coast
It was a bed and breakfast
And I heard there was a ghost
Some women, named Mrs. Pen brook
Was said to be the host
Her husband had long since passed away
The rumor said he was the ghost
I pulled into the parking lot
I guess it was ‘round noon
The day was dark and gloomy
And as quiet as a tomb
This place had its own atmosphere
The drive up was a sunny afternoon?
I walked into the lobby
The hair was standing on my neck
I wasn’t feeling very well
Now as I recollect
I heard a voice it asked me
Can I take your bag?
When I turned to answer
I saw nobody there
Looking down I saw him
No taller than my waist
Allow me to help you
He bowed with awkward grace
He snatched the bag from my hand
Then turned and he was gone
The women came from nowhere
Please sign the book right here
Pointing to a ledger
As she whispered in my ear
We hope that you enjoy your stay
Allow me to show you to your room
My heart and soul just suddenly
Filled with certain doom
As I followed through the lobby
The lighting and the thunder
Crashed with a loud unsettling boom
I found myself standing before the fireplace
The room was overlooking the ocean
And it was full of rage
I was feeling trapped now
As if I were in a cage?
I certainly what to thank you
For accepting the invitation that I gave
It was Mr. Pen brook
Back now from the grave
I have come here to inform you
So that you might be aware
You may do just what you like
But leave here you shall not dare
Check out is at eleven
But you’re not going any where
The wife and I are leaving
We are heading down the coast
I am going to kill you now and you’ll be
The new Pen brook manor ghost ...and
I am sure you’ll make a lovely Host
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Author:
willyweed (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2017 05:17
- Comment from author about the poem: be careful when picking a bed& breakfast?
- Category: Fantasy
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well, bloody remind me never to visit penbrook manor. a brilliantly written story full of important ghostly info..!!
Don't go there Kevin worst then the Hotel California ? a strange place oh wait ....that's right why don't you come visit I get you a nice room over looking the sea, on me what do you say old buddy? ww
where are you then willyweed. sounds like a good plan of your..!
ok goodie, i'm sending discount coupons in the US mail I just hope they deliver to UK? neither rain nor sleet or snow? sure they must ....ya think?
in God, we shall trust..!!
A chilling tale, great write
Oh sorry Tony didn't mean to scare you. Thank you for the read>
Scare me my fanny, I loved every word I read
Very good dark tale. I will put up one of mine one day, hope it won't scare you.
well let me know first....so I can get all the lights turned on I hear them English ghost are a scary bunch? Thanks Goldfinch me mucker! bloody mucker?
Dead good read Willy - can you let me have the address so I can avoid the place - mind you there are a few folk I would like to haunt.
Oh good Michael I'll have to kill my replacement...send em ' over 666 old coast highway Twilight zone USA 07411u2
I thought of the Hotel California song. Great story about something gory 🙂
hey that rhymes? I don't know why but that was in my head this morning? thanks WBL
So Wiley Willy, how did you get away or does the ghost version of you write as well? Great job.
mmm I see what you mean? I guess I'm a ghost writer now, I heard you can make a few bucks at that?
So it won't be all bad? I have a story about a civil war dude its all murder and mayhem a shootin' and a slashing type love story , with escaped convicts and what not back in the days of old but its long it may take two days to post/what do you think? ww
Go fer it!
Nice tale of spectral shenanigans against an unsuspecting motorist. Coastal highway sounded like such a pleasant journey until the half bellhop showed up (or is it down). The lady? behind the desk was a real Morticia type and the ghost was a mean dude. So now that you are running the place, can I get a room? loved it.- Phil A.
oh yes Phil please drop by I have to kill...er find my own replacement I can get you a nice room w/fireplace and view on the house ...let me know and thanks for the read and comment
Oh my this is such a scintillating thrilling poem narrative in awesome rhyme scheme. It would help to keep scaredycats like me out of this place always. Kudos.
I say, so nice to read from you again.
thank You Zaynab. glad to see you you back!
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