LOVE TO BE SCARED

LOVE TO BE SCARED

 

Was that a tap I heard, on the back door?

Or ghostly footsteps, padding ‘cross the floor?

‘Stop thinking like this’ I gently scold

Why does this room always feel so cold?

There I go again, imagining things,

Then jump out of my skin when the telephone rings!

The cat quickly shot up and stared in the corner!

What can he see, some invisible Jack Horner?

There are all those large, empty rooms up there.

I needed to go up ….but froze on the bottom stair,

When from somewhere above me I heard a thud,

I quickly fled to the kitchen, fast as I could!

Stopped dead in my tracks, at the window, a face!

I can’t take anymore!  It’s this bloody place!

Relief �" it’s my son, I let my shoulders sag,

“What’s up Mum? I just came back for my bag!”

Husband at work and kids out for the night,

It’s only seven pm and it’s still broad daylight!

I locked the door then, as he went off again.

I heard patters on the window �"heavy spots of rain.

What’s the cat staring at? I’m finding it frightening!

It gets bloody worse �" now it’s thunder and lightning!

Animals can see spirits, children can as well!

Hope this one’s from Heaven, not the bowels of Hell!

I heard a previous owner died in this house…

S**t! What is that scratching? A rat? Or a mouse?

I swing around quickly to where the mog was sat!

Oh s**t!  It was him that time �" claws stuck in the mat!

I’m getting quite neurotic �" being home alone,

Even though it’s still daylight and I’m sat by the phone!

“It’s those books you read” my husband will say

“those horrors and thrillers! Hell…for most of the day!”

He’s lovely my husband, he’ll iron and cook,

Whilst I settle down with a James Herbert book,

And Dean Koontz too, I’ve bought every one,

When a Stephen King’s out �" that’s my money gone!

Brilliant authors to read, when I’m not by myself,

But on nights like tonight, they can stop on the shelf!

The stories seem to come ‘alive’, when there’s just me!

It’s my imagination!  Very overactive, you see!

I hear my husband’s car, so go and greet him with a kiss!

Our exchange of words?  It went something like this:-

“Hello my dear!” he says, then “How have you been today?”

“Well, a little bit frightened �" but in an exciting sort of way!”

He put his arms around me then, really showed he cared!

“My darling - tell me why you just love to be scared?”

 

© Eva Bielby 2000

Reviews

[wordman]

lol,just another day at home alone

[Neville]

A great tale with super narrative.. spooky but believable.. all the best one's are... Neville

[angel]

Very well written and evocative...a creepy feeling of being alone in a large house.
On an unrelated note, I see you are a Yorkshire lass--and from Thirsk, no less!
My Gran was also from there, though it was apparently called Darrowby back then.

[Onlyme]

Oh, this was a wonderful, scary, creepy poem. Eve. Thanks for sharing, gave me goosebumps.