By Steve Stred
The Moon showered us with its light
While the winds, chilled us with a breeze
We walked slowly down the driveway that night
The haunted house lay before us like a disease.
The legends told that on the fullest of the nights
The walls talked and ghosts crossed paths with Wight’s
The paintings on the walls, long since faded from the sun
Showed only skeletons now, resembling no one.
I arrived on a dare with a jump in my step
Trying to show my gal I wasn’t scared
She looked frazzled with her hair out of place
And her eyes grew wide spotting the lair.
The door was open, just a crack
It was enough to invite us in, let the spirits out
The floor boards groaned as our weight arrived
It was as though the house was alive.
Screams and howls pierced the air
We backed into a corner, cowering in fear
I flipped on my cell phone, beginning to film
Wanting to make sure at least the footage was found.
‘Is this the end of us?’ she cried out, sobbing by my side
‘I hope not,’ I replied, but I knew that I’d lied
As the floor above us creaked and moaned
And then the monsters all arrived home.
First came my mom, then came my dad,
I smiled and felt my claws extend
Then came my sis and my brother dear
Knowing our dinner was sitting so near.
She turned and panicked, but it was too late
As I bit down, I thanked her for our date
See the Moon guided us to my home
She was the one who assumed we were alone.
Steve Stred is an up-an-coming Dark Horror author. Steve is the author of the novel Invisible, the novellas The Girl Who Hid in the Trees, Wagon Buddy, Yuri and Jane: the 816 Chronicles and two collections of short stories; Frostbitten: 12 Hymns of Misery and Left Hand Path: 13 More Tales of Black Magick. He also released the dark poetry collection Dim the Sun.
Steve always has a number of works on the go and enjoys all things horror, occult, supernatural and paranormal.
Steve Stred is based in Edmonton, AB, Canada and lives with his wife, his son and their dog OJ.