DOES CURIOSITY ALWAYS KILL THE CAT?

1 Curiosity

DOES CURIOSITY ALWAYS KILL THE CAT?

My heart pumps fear through my veins,

bringing me anguish and pains.

Why must I be the curious one?

The one who can’t let the deed be done.

I must follow the noises to the basement,

where something is making an awful statement.

A voice called to me from my rumpled bed.

The sound echoed endlessly in my head.

I descend the stairs to the darkness below.

The noises combine to form a loud bellow.

A hiss hits my ear as claws rake my arm.

​My silly cat thinks I mean him some harm.

I offer soothing words but he wants to flee

just as the door shuts and locks behind me.

The light bulb goes out leaving me in the dark.

Do I now hear a dog’s whimper and shrill bark?

Chills taunt me as I go down the dark stairs,

following the whimpering and stray hairs.

Feathers float in front of me.

I don’t know what this can be.

I step on something squishy and soft.

I find a light and hold it aloft.

I lift my foot and the tail retreats

to the chair where it has hidden treats.

With the bright lantern held high,

I search for the source of a sigh.

My neighbor sits with her panting pals

of the furry sort in guys and gals.

“Am I also welcome to the party?”

I ask the pig-tailed girl, laughing hearty.

She replies, “Of course, you are, my dear neighbor,”

A point she refuses to belabor.

I join the circle on the floor,

as the cats and dogs eat some more.

Cake and cookies for all the guests,

even ones who have been great pests.

My black cat joins in with tail held high,

sniffing at the desserts and brown pie.

At least this story has a happy ending.

No one wants another tale to be pending.

THE GATES

 

 

THE GATES

The gates encircle the property,

Their sharp edges pointing to the sky.

They deter all visitors,

Keeping the evil inside.

The house holds many secrets,

Some strange and unbelievable.

Windows are eyes to the soul

And mirrors to the unknown.

End House has invited us,

Extending a fancy invitation.

Do we dare follow our curiosity,

Or listen to our pounding hearts?

We are here for the night.

Time will only tell.

Whether we make it to morning

In this unholy hell.

THE DEAD GAME

 

ARE YOU READY?

WILL CURIOSITY BE THE DEATH OF YOU?

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The door.

The fear of not knowing.

The fear of knowing.

What to do?

Open it and step inside.

You might be happy.

Or you might be dead.

But you’ll never know

until you open that door.

OPEN THE DOOR

An open door invites.<br /> An open door beckons to visitors.<br /> Who can resist an open door?<br /> Who doesn’t want to take a peek inside?<br /> What treasures might be hidden on the other side?<br /> Or what evil might be lying in wait for us?<br /> Open the door and find out.<br /> I know you want to.

 

 An open door invites.
 An open door beckons.
 Who can resist it?
 Who doesn’t want to take a peek?
 What treasures might be hidden on the other side?
 Or what evil might be lying in wait for us?
 Open the door and find out.
 I know you want to.

A PEEK

A PEEK

Just a peek.

Is all it takes.

To get a feeling.

To get a glimpse.

Into a different life.

Do I want to know?

Do I dare?

To take that peek.

To see more.

To know more.

How do I not dare?

I want to see.

I want to know.

What life is

for someone else.

I will take that peek.

I want to see.

I want to know.

What life can be

for me.

WILL CURIOSITY BE THE DEATH OF YOU?

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The door.

The fear of not knowing.

The fear of knowing.

What to do?

Open and step inside.

You might be happy.

Or you might be dead.

But you’ll never know

until you open that door.