Rotting inside out

Rotting inside out

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The moonlight glistens through the branches,

as Francis whispers to Tom “go in”,

The wind seems to sing, an eerie melody as Jason’s mind goes empty.

Staring at a house abandoned for an unknown time, yet has a brand new sign.

Tom replies “now way man, you go first” the house seems to react to this outburst.

As the fence opens itself, or so it would seem,

The kids now enter into what feels like a dream.

But it is Tom’s reaction that brings back Jason’s attention to his peers,as his eyes gain tears.

And they open up fully as he whispers, “was that light on when we got here, was it???”

No reply is given, as fog kept emitting,

From the grounds of the mansion covers them from the waist down,

Now the winds eerie sound seems to howl and its presence seems to pound.

In the skull of the three who would swear they knew this house to be empty,

But in front of the light they didn’t notice at the beginning,

In combo with the winds grunt, they saw a shadow moving.

All of them hoping their mind is playing tricks,

Cause 14 year old kids are able to go through this.

Jason intrigued by the possibility of a ghostly presence,

Says “let’s all go in at the same time, we ain’t pussy” and with this essence.

They enter, knees clicking, heart fast ticking, eyes shifting, courage drifting,

But surely going into the place which makes Halloween exciting.

Their first sight is a stairway, old and shaky covered in webs, “Is this it???”

Jason say’s bold and bravely, unable to comprehend what he said.

The others look shaken and disturb at their friend,

Their soul drenched in fear as Francis whispers “a Halloween well spend”.

“Now let’s get out of here before we get in trouble”,

Silence covers the entire room except for the bursting of a bubble.

It came from the corner, but all three are in the middle of the room,

Who is this foreigner blowing bubbles, in this kind of gloom.

As they turn their head slowly, ever so slowly,

Afraid of what they will see, they see a girl sitting with a bruised body.

Their screams in sync bellow loud enough to wake the dead,

But the wind drowns out their sound, their hearts pacing like mad.

They now run for the door but it closes as they near it,

They shake the handle with all their might, hoping freedom is what they get.

Instead a low hiss coming from behind enters their ears,

Fear again clutches their mind as all their color disappears.

They look back, throwing their back against the door,

And there it is, that which promises more.

Once again they scream until their lungs are close to bursting,

Jason runs away, not worried about his friends still screaming.

Looking for a way out he runs without looking down,

A window, a hole anything to get out, despair disabled his ability to hear sound.

The cracking of wood escaped him without fail,

His friends now right behind him, hot on his trail.

Jason stops right on time, as his senses warned him to stop,

The hole in front of him would have been his last drop.

The cracking is now realized by all three, as they stand next to one another,

Breathing crazy looking from the sides of their eyes at their fearless brother.

The cracking is now to close to ignore, it seems to be coming from the floor,

An easy deduction but in this house it means so much more.

So again, slowly ever so slowly they look down,

And again they see the source of this unearthly sound.

Tom passes out, Francis catches him before he hits the ground,

But now the cracking is replaced by a pound.

Footsteps, thumping their way to their scream,

Jason stuck in the image of the ghoul in the ground, is taken to his extreme.

His mind one vision away from breaking, is now taking in overtime,

As the clanging of chains is coming into his mind.

But as quick as it came it stops, but in response the temperature drops,

A freezing cold clutches their spirit in its grip.

As a heavy breathing, deadly in presence, seems to slip from someone lip,

All three not looking at what is in front, now do so,

Jason’s mind now breaks, his sanity simply lets go.

Francis unable to scream anymore, is frightened to his core,

Tom still passed out, is unable to witness this eye sore.

The demon bawls in a tone not from this earth,

“Leave now, or be turned to earth”.

With these words Francis and Jason’s minds go blank,

The darkness consumed them, in the abyss they sank.

But they emerged within seconds, although it seemed very long,

And guess where they found themselves, yes on the very sidewalk they started on.

All awake and all unharmed, yet still alarmed,

As they seem to realize they were simply charmed.

All three at the same time taken into one dream,

A Halloween not to forget if you know what I mean.

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