On a weary day of darkness is where this story will begin,
Up on an aging hill sat a rickety old house,
An old house that a young girl has ventured in.
Tales of the dead, dismembered, and wrong-done are what
captured her mind,
Inside the beaten house whose interior’s din,
Caused the girl’s curiosity to better her wits.
Climbing inside with a lantern in hand,
She searched the house to find what’s been told to be hidden
on its land.
Through the dusty corridors,
Marching across the maggot filled floorboards,
The girl traveled from room to room,
In search of what would find her soon.
Screeches, wails, and whispers floated through the halls,
Waving her hand, she dismissed the sounds,
She couldn’t go back, she simply had to see it all.
Aimlessly she continued to crawl, wonder, and explore,
Yet as time passed, she wasn’t quite sure
What she was doing in the desolate house anymore.
The time clicked as her subconscious threw itself into a
fit.
Like broken clock her mind’s gears grinded and popped,
She couldn’t even remember what she had initially sought.
Frightened, confused, yet with an unknown determination,
The girl continued to look and look,
For who knows what?
Continuing her journey through the twisted floors,
She continued to search from room to room,
And to door to door.
Finally stumbling upon what begged to be found,
The girl gasped and stopped, her gaze now drifting down,
Down resting on the floorboards, covered in muck, filth and
dust,
Was where two skeletons and a shattered faded lantern laid
to rest.
Brother and Sister, by each other’s side forever more,
The two lay abandoned in the house in search for each
other’s spirit,
Wandering the maze of hallways in search of each other,
From now until the end of time.
She turned and ran looking for the exit of the house,
But in a quick flash there she was,
Outside and looking up to the tall structure’s door,
The young girl, with her lantern in hand,
Walked inside the abandoned home,
In search of what?
She didn’t know.
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