Hidden

Bonus points for figuring out who's addresses were used in the poem.

At the corner of 10957 Bellagio Road and Apt 213, 924 N.25th street at the opposite corners of 8213 West Summerdale Avenue and 115 Burr’s Lane, there's a little unassuming two story house simple and plain.

Three steps up to the porch and at the front door there's a mat that says 'WELCOME' there on the floor. Standing there thickly, a door made of wood, black oak, bronze trim, with a shiny new knob and a lock that looked like it was quite good.

And there under the mat, if you care to find, is a key made of iron, rusty with grime. If you look at the key and the lock at the door, you will see that they practically fit tout come l'amour.

With the key in the lock twixt finger and thumb there's a twist at the wrist and the lock is undone. There's a slightly heard click and the door swings wide to show you the view of all that's inside.

The welcome mat friendly bids you adieu as you cross past the doorway to the stair vestibule. Climb them you must, each of the ponderous steps, creaking and crackling taking deep breaths. Till last but not least the last step is reached and there at the top of the pinnacle peak, the hallway lays out with a red velvet sash, maroon double shag, from stringer to stash.

There at the end of the long darkened hall, laid at odd angles, is a door in the wall. Chipped, faded paint of indeterminate hue. Oh, look! There's a knob that begs to be turned too. While holding your breath and the door just so wide with a tentative step you slip silently inside.

There in a room, more perfect square than square, sits a box on the floor, plain brown and bare. No wrappings at all, the top open but shut, just waiting for fingers to open it up. Now open it is and naught inside dwells, it beckons  "Climb on in." and sit for a spell.

Now there in a town, not far from your own, there's a house by the street and no one's at home but through the door and up the stairs, to a room with a box that's plain and bare and closed very tightly, from bottom to lid, a body inside the box is hid.

Reviews

[Raymond Federle]

This is one of my very own favorites! :)

[Frieda P]

Oy I was already freaked out, then the music, then Jeffrey Dahmer's address, you're a scary dude Raymond! Shivers...........

[Chris Orza]

Excellent work! Extremely descriptive. Great, unique voice. I love that it's written in second person POV. And the rhyming really helps to give an eerie mood to the whole thing. I want more.

[Praveeta]

Vivid descriptions made me feel as if I was actually there. Nicely penned.

[paddy d daly]

first, I loved the rhyming, second, I got a warm homely feel, third, I felt mystery and intrigue, fourth, we do not have any addresses like that in Ireland so no bonus points for me!!!

[Raymond Federle]

The address are real. The first belongs to Alfred Hitchcock's home. The second is Jeffery Dahmer. The third is John Wayne Gacy home address and forth is Ted Bundy's home. 1 Master of horror and 3 serial killers. All of there can be searched with ease through google search. Thanks for reading! :)

[Shaquana Adams]

I enjoyed this one. Really dark and witty. Nice job! :)

[Brittany Zedalis]

Ooo, I love this. It's the first time I've seen someone use rhyming like this. Amazing.

[Jack...]

Wow, this was very cool Raymond. Dark and creepy and "sit for a spell" can be taken a few different ways. I like how you painted this picture, took us through the motions and left us there in that box to live out our days...hey, how the hell did I get out here again. must have been a spell of some sort.

Very nice my friend.

[A. Amos]

The first address is of Jefrey Dahmer granny house and send is John Gacy, i enjoyed your work. Good jon