The Haunted House
A Poem For An October Prompt
A scream escapes from the house on the hill,
but no one dares go to check.
To get close invites a warning chill,
like cold fingers brushing your neck.
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The scream has been heard time and again,
and no one knows what it's about.
For no good samaritan that's ever gone in,
has been known to make it back out.
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This was written for Prompt #3 on Chloe Rose Violet's October Prompts list:
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Kelsey Clarey
She/Her/Fae/Faer. I live in Nova Scotia, Canada. I mostly write poetry and flash fiction currently, a lot of it fantasy/folklore/fairy tale inspired. I also like to do a lot of fiber arts and design TTRPGs.
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Comments (1)
Very creative and powerful Kelsey. Well done!