There are things within these walls,
Things that follow room to room,
Things that slither and writhe,
Things that peek through cracks,
Things that chew on rats,
Souls not at rest,
The cavities,
These veins of this old house,
They squirm like black blood,
They thrash at the games of these devilkin,

I hear them,
Clawing and giggling and scratching,
Tittering and scraping and taunting,
Curses in a menagerie of voices,
They’re trying to get out,
You’ll hear them tap at night,
Searching for a chink in the houses armour,
They call out to me in frothy tongues,
They just want to play,
They only want to break another toy,

They say their last one fell apart.

Comments
  1. Is it on purpose that there are no breaks this time? πŸ€”

  2. I guess that’s what happens when they play with you for too long… Good post, very entertaining.

  3. Carol anne says:

    So spooky! πŸ˜€ I loved it! πŸ˜€

  4. shauna says:

    This is in keeping with the season! Lol

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