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Haunted : Footsteps of the Dead
Contributed by
justme03
on
Thursday, 9th June 2005 @ 05:21:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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The wind howling a sad tune
Outside is a full moon
Dark and grey, all around
Footsteps are heard
thump, thump, thump
Slow and steady like the beat of a drum
Coming closer and closer still
I look to the left
I look to the right
I look all around
and not a soul is in sight
In an empty bedroom. . .
Pale moonlight is shining through a broken
spider web window
Dusty arms of light, entering through the cracked glass,
touch the floor, walls, and ceiling,
playing games with the darkness
Shadows of ghosts appear in the moonlit room
Ghoulish and grim
Reflected in the crystal doorknob is a figure
It reaches out an invisible arm and turns the knob
The door creaks open
Footsteps are heard
An open window at the end of a hallway
Light flooding in from a street lamp
The glow casts a spell on the darkened silhouette
making it pause in mid stride
My head turns toward the darkened window
of a mysterious mansion
Tangled vines reach towards the window
climbing it’s way up an old silver trellis
I stare, entranced at the window
looking deep into the dark depths within
I walk as if possessed by the phantom of the night
I linger in front of a dark mahogany door with a brass
doorknocker
The door swings open inward and my arm reaches
into the darkness over the threshold
Something within gently takes my hand
and guides me into the house
An umbrella stand and coat rack
empty and forlorn
Old black and white photographs
hanging on the gray walls
An unfamiliar tune flowing out of a music box
played over and over again
tinkling to a stop to
be rewound once more
Within the walls of the mighty mansion
time has stopped
The hands of the world have not unfurled
the distant memories of the secrets and tales
the mansion tells
A long rectangular mirror at the end of a long corridor
stretching the hallway’s depths
The thick layer of dust on the glass
distorts the images placed in it’s path
The black doors – six in all, the paint chipped and worn
Three on each side of the endless chamber
The shadows swallow all the color
The moonlight shines in through broken windows
painting the walls a faint blue steely gray
To be continued. . .
~Kortnie~
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justme03
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Re: Haunted : Footsteps of the Dead
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by brittaney on
Thursday, 9th June 2005 @ 05:59:56 PM AEST
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| HEY!!! I'm turning 15 on the 17th! Happy B-day and ur an awesome writer! |
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Re: Haunted : Footsteps of the Dead
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by JustAGirl001 on
Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 10:37:20 PM AEST
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Gee. I don't think I'll ever get these ALL commented on. Lol You're a really good writer.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
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