A guy and a simple night with his friends, till they enter a house, and he is soon alone. |
A night with my friends, a moment to remember For we walked upon this house in the middle of december Broken down and in pieces we knew it to be inhabitated Not by those of the living, but those lost in an accident For the building looked burnt down, black and grotesque But we all still walked in none the less To see a picture of a woman right in the doorway That's face turned all red, and screamed as if part of its forte Most of my friends turned around and left As I walked forward, for I was deft The staircase I walked up seemed to creak as I went Till the top step collapsed, impeding my ascent So I changed my direction, and headed toward the kitchen That was covered in blood, a very deep crimson Why this looked fresh was of nothing but a surprise Till I asked a question outloud, and was given a reply I knife levitated into the air, and pointed directly at me Where my first reaction was to stepback, turnaround and flee Running as fast as I could, I had made it out the door From which I had slammed behind me, and would never explore This house in the dark, on this cold december night Had left a frightful expression on me, at its very sight For this house that had been occupied by those not living Kept close watch on those who entered, with hate and misforgiving |