Nightmare
I walk a desolate twisted dirt road
Trees bending closer
Gnarled fingers reaching to block out the sky
Ahead fog hangs over the swamp
Muddy water surrounds dead trees
Stumps, rotting decay
Mist hovers over the stark white stones
Sinking and cockeyed into the muck
Their faces chipped, dirty and covered with moss
Here Lies our Dearly Departed
I run, feet pounding against soggy earth
Until a large dark shape emerges before me
A rotting house, sunk into the bog
Instinctively I know, this is my house
Inside I try to lock the door
Fingers clawing at the latch, yet never gaining purchase
Outside men approach, torches lit
I panic, scrambling with the rusty clasp
Using my last ounce of strength, it slides reluctantly into place
I wander through smoky rooms with walls inhaling
Dark rooms, cramped and crowded
Shadows creeping through hallways dim with candlelight
I climb rickety stairs, narrow and steep
Higher and higher until I reach a room, stuffy and small
A cold presence, a spirit, an essence of evil creeps
Across warped floor boards
In the corner a shadowy bed
I am so tired, But I cannot sleep here
I climb again, to the roof
Above me is a little room, suspended
On four spindly stilts
I climb the ladder and lie down on the bed
Gauzy curtains billow into the room
A freezing misty air blows over me
The windows are open, I cannot shut them
For they have no glass
Suddenly the wind gusts, screaming
The room on stilts sways
Back and forth, left and right
Wood splintering
It shakes, shivers, breaks under me and then
I am falling with the room
And as I fall I know I’m going to
Hit and die
Finally, terror, crash
Jarring,
Silence
Eerie misty silence
Step right up, it's about to get crazy in the hizzy