House #1364

House #1364

 



Smiling, as I reach the dusty, creaky, horrifying house

 

"Trick-Or-Treat." I said holding my pink little bucket, full of Snickers, and Hershy's

 

BAAAAAMMMMMM, the door went, creaking all the way

 

Holding on to that Brass as tight as I could,

 

Knocking in fear

 

Fear, and pain

 

Smiling, and walking away in my pink Fairy dress,

 

An arm , a warm tight arm is Tightly clasped on my shoulder

 

"I think you forgot something, something very important,"

 

While running, running as fast as I coould,

 

The footsteps of the man,

 

The man of House #1364

 

Running towards a car,

 

someone pops out,

 

grabbing me by the waist

 

Shaking me, and I... just scream

 

Scream and ever lasting scream of Horror

 

Him shaking me, whispering in my little ear, "Shut Up, Just shut up."

 

Trying to wriggle free, he slaps me across me cheek

 

Crying in sadness,

 

He drops me On the hard cement

 

Falling on my little face, Thinking, Why oh why.

 

 

A gash of my face came off

 

Blood coming down my red-ish pink cheek



 

The man starts to run

 

As sirens ringing

 

And lights blaring, I sit there

 

Thinking, How?

 

While walking home I think of House #1364

 

Dropping my little bucket of candy

 

I run,

 

Run in Fear



~Lily :)

Author's Note

THis is sorta a Horror

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

If one is going to go out into the dark deadly night to visit...one needs to be certain that one is among the darker and deadlier things that live there. A friend of mine was a medic in Vietnam and he carried bodies from the battlefield. One day he was carrying a young Marine to be tagged and bagged when a lifeless arm fell from the stretcher revealing a cross and a tattoo. Curious, the medic read the following words carved in ink on the young Marine's arm. It said, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil because I am the meanest sonofabitch in the valley." The medic winced and replaced the arm and mumbled beneath his breath, "No son,... today you were not." I don't care for Halloween because it makes monsters out of children and war does the same thing. They say Halloween is all in fun...the Marine probably thought the same thing of his tattoo. You might not make the connection in what I am saying. If not, that is fine. I hope you are never able to make that distinction. But the world has enough real horror without making believe.

[MAC]

a very creative piece! or and don't close your account, i just started reading you.

[Your Perfect Disaster]

This is really good! Keep it up.

[Muse]

This is creative and clever. Great penning sweetie. :)

[Time's The Bond]

Spooky I wonder who the man was...a criminal?

[J]

omg! i think this is very effective as a poem ..... jerky, disjointed, confused ~ exactly as the little pink fairy is feeling. tell ya what ~ scared me stupid. where's her big brother? RUN little one!

nice job!

[Priscilla Sayers]

Good poem, suspenseful.

[africa]

Very cool and well written.

[A.E. Reed]

I like it but honestly? I would have liked it as an actual story a little more! I mean, it is your choice but I think there is so much you could do and it would have so much more suspense if you made it a story because it allows more creativity and not as much restraint. Again, my opinion. I like the suspense, though. It's nice to find someone who can write it and keep you reading it. Suspense is actually really hard to master but you did well!!! One or two spelling errors that only a Grammar Nazi like me would notice (and a chocoholic, Hershey's is with and E)!!! Anyway, lovely write and can't wait to read more of your work!