The little girl behind the door

She beckons me

Her white petticoat 

Fluttering in the breeze

Her hair in plaits with white ribbons

The sky is a perfect blue

The clouds carrying nothing

The grass speckled with flowers

The trees seem to wave at me

I look back at my grey, empty room

Without hesitation I step into the strange new land

She takes my hand

My eyes wander 

Absorbing all I can

A shooting pain goes up my arm 

I try to tug away

She squeezes tighter

A sinister grin grows on her face

The sky turns blood red

The trees die and rot

The moon replaces the sun

And the girls face morphs into something

That even HELL would spit out

A laugh fills the air
A laugh from where an innocent girl

Was stood only moments ago

A deep voice fills the air

A voice that could not belong to her

"Are you ready to play?" 
I turn

The doors shuts

My scream echos through the empty landscape

Drowning out the manic laughter

Reviews

[Another Relic]

Wow, I didn't expect that turnaround of events. This is a good horror poem and I like the depiction from the time she took his hand. Nice one!