Tuesday, February 19, 2019

The Haunted House

I heard weird noises like a seagull squawking. Doors slamming like zombies staring blankly. Old creepy pictures of people long dead, their black eyes spying on me. I walk down creaky stairs and shiver when a whispery web tickles my skin. A black body swoops at my head. Scratches on the floor just where I step. Movement in the corner looks like a silhouette. Pieces of smashed glass cut my feet leaving a trail of sticky blood. Clawed footprints lead to a dark forest. Where am I?

Wednesday, October 17, 2018