Inhuman Haunt

Four teens come upon an unusual haunted house.

They were entering the haunted house

when real fear was born;

four of them, teenage lads,

fragile for the occasion.

All it wanted was the right to be,

to exist (to haunt),

this otherworldly entity,

“born” from alien demise.

They could not have known

it was not human,

nor was once human.

The four lads expected howls

and thumps

and the usual stereotypical

sounds associated 

with ghostly indoctrination.

Instead, walls melted,

black orbs swirled overhead

with myriad maws

full of gold teeth; 

robust, red webs sagged

at eye level

allowing clicking spiders

access to gnaw

acne laden countenance.

All this, as dimensions

of space were unbounded--

scare was black hole depth,

bones were thinnest glass.

Lads were never the same.

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Looking at your profile page I notice you have no stories and yet your writing is so articulate and detailed. You are very talented. This is a movie for the mind, a scary tale that demonstrates your amazing talent. More people should review this as well as your other poems. It's there loss if they don't.