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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Horror/Scary · #2142572
Four lads enter a haunted house.

They were entering
the haunted house
when real fear was born;
four of them, teenage lads,
fragile for the occasion,
innocent as strawberry jam
and toast.

All it wanted was the right to
be, to exist and to haunt,
this otherworldly entity
like cheeky monkey,
born from alien demise.
They could not have known
it was not human,
nor was it close to
being human.
The four lads expected
and thumps
and the usual stereotypical
sounds associated
with ghostly indoctrination.
Instead, walls melted and
a fire extinguisher fell,
black orbs swirled overhead
with myriad maws
full of gold teeth
laced with diamond chips.
Robust, red webs sagged
at eye level
allowing clicking spiders
access to gnaw
acne laden countenance.
All this, as dimensions
of space were unbounded--
scare was black hole depth;
bones were thinnest glass.
Forever lasting, haunting

Lads were never the same.

40 Lines
Writer’s Cramp

--strawberry jam and toast
--cheeky monkey
--fire extinguisher
--diamond chips
--haunting memories
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