The quote “You’re So Brave and Quiet I forget you’re suffering.” Ernest Hemingway.
It’s my first night in the old dark house.
Such a worrying name for a dwelling
That looks at times like something from Gothic
When we know it was built in the fifties.
I check all the windows, firmly locked
The doors are bolted, I’m locked in.
Outside a storm rages, lightning, thunder,
All good reason to snuggle as deep as I can.
A flash of lightning streaks across my room
Shadows are highlighted
They weren’t there before.
I gulp as the window rattles
The wind whistles outside
Inside I begin to tremble.
I’m not so brave I tell myself
I am suffering now
Wishing I was elsewhere.
Another crash and flash of light
There’s a giant web in the corner
A large black spider sits in the centre
Awaiting a victim, I hope it’s not me.
On the dresser are objects illuminated
Seeming alive one looks at me I’m sure
Then in the darkness they settle again
The next flash I’m positive they have moved to the left
I grab my old camera, my faithful box brownie
I move to the table, there’s an old wooden chair
Too scared to move, now that around me
Are shadows I’m sure weren’t there before.
The door gives a rattle
The handle is turned
I grab hold of the table
Hold my breath, watch as it begins to open
What foul spectre is coming to me
With bones and blood and a breath to kill?
The door wings open there is no one there
I race across, slam it shut
Run the bolts, slip the chain
Drive into my bed as outside
The storm rages, wind blows
Windows creak, door rattles
It’s a night of no sleep
As I have the strangest sensation
Of some body in my bed……