1 Curiosity


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 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.




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.



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.





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.


What’s on the other side?

Strange sounds are emanating

from the thick blanket of trees.

You can only see darkness and

the slight rustling of leaves.

You know you want to cross the bridge.

So you begin the shaky walk across.

The bridge sways with each footstep.

Should you continue?

You hesitate but you move forward

step by halting step.

You reach the other side.

There’s a loud crashing sound behind you.

You quickly turn to see the bridge

falling into the water below.

Now you are on the other side looking back.

You know you want to go back.

But it’s too late.

Human nature might have dictated your wants

but the bridge has dictated your reality.


Follow the candles

to where they may lead you.

Down the dark corridor you walk.

Expecting a monster at every corner.

No one appears.

No sounds to break the dead quiet.

Down the corridor you go.

Waiting for something or someone.

But all you see is darkness

and more candles.

A door appears at the end.

It creaks open.

Do you really want to see what

is on the other side?

Human nature propels you forward.

Forward into the dark gloom.

What happens next?

The answer is hidden in the

inner recesses of your mind.

Follow your nightmare to its

bitter end.

Hurry before you wake up.

There’s no turning back now.