House of Darkness

This is a true story...

Author's Note

New Years Eve-we were snowed in
in the house of the unquiet ones.
Spirit feet tripped ‘cross the attic floor,
reptilian chanters hissed curses from the very walls.
Twice, the front door opened—by itself?
They were inviting us to leave!

K and her family wanted us there…
we, the elder souls full of power
power strong enough to interrupt the spell
and hold the others at bay.

Only M could truly dispel them
she had invited them in—why?—we’ll never know…
she’d played with powers beyond her ken
searching for the easy way
leaving open the way for the unspeakable.

Would she truly sacrifice child and grandchild
for her unholy selfish gains?
Her insanity was a foul stench
it was spiders crawling up my spine
on frozen undead feet,

The purity of the falling snow
could not mask the dark shadowy stain
the spiritual purification festering
beneath that roof—it was contagion itself

It radiated through the neighborhood
demonic manifestations stalked the streets
and haunted the local park
K saw them—I saw them
even though they avoided our direct gaze.

My significant other and I
returned to the sanctuary of our home on New Years Day
Remotely, we continued to lend K assistance
I occasionally waded back into that infernal battle zone
and was met with those same reptilian chanters
in the vents of that old house

The bank foreclosed on the house in the spring
M moved to Portland and K stayed here in town
eventually moving back to the Burton Neighborhood
where the others went—we do not know
I wonder if reptilian chanters
now haunt the vents
of some dwelling down in Portland…

Reviews

[NA]

Superbly done...enjoyed :)

[Dusty Davis]

Wow! That was very well written. I love the word play it also. Paragraphs four and five are my favorite. The way you describe things in such detail really keeps the reader interested and at the same timeit does not overload the reader with details. In my opinion it is the perfect amount of detail for a story such as this one. Great job. :)