Alice

a night gone wrong in the house of Alice

It was two am when Alice awoke from her nightmare.
She awoke for the wind outside was howling like
an Alpha wolf howling at the moon. The wind had
thrashed the outside so bad that a branch, which over
looked her window seal, had cracked the window itself.

Better off fixing it tomorrow she said to her self as she
lay in her bed. Alice, unable to sleep from the noises
that lay outside, stepped out from her bed. She grabbed
her pale night gown she always left on the dresser beside
the bed and slowly put it on. Her slippers she ignored.

She sluggishly walked towards the hallway door.
Upon opening the door she saw a slight movement
that appeared to be a shadow but shrugged it off as she
was still in a dreamy state of mind. She walked down the
crooked hallway and onto the first step down to the first story.

She then heard a door slam shut from beneath her and
glass shatter. It's the wind she thought and nothing more.
Still sluggish yet gradually more and more awake Alice
made her way down the thirteen steps to the bottom floor.
She turned to enter the hallway towards the kitchen.

Three steps in she heard glass break from closer than before.
It was the wind she thought and nothing more. Alice,
dear Alice, walked on in her sluggish manner merely
trying to get some water. She took another step passing
her child's door mat and continued down the hall to the kitchen

where upon her arrival she whispered "oh heaven."
For her door and three kitchen windows had been smashed in.
It most have been the wind, oh it must have been.
She thought as she carefully stepped towards the cupboard,
being careful not to step upon broken glass.

She turned on the faucet and upon her doing so
the floorboards above her creaked a most terrifying creak.
The house is old she said to herself, must be the piping,
as she poured water into her glass. I'll clean this in the morning
she thought and headed on back to her most lonesome of cots.

As she went back to rest her head in the most lonesome of sacks
she stepped upon a piece of glass. "Oh S**t" she said
turning mighty upset and bent down to pick the glass out.
She then placed the glass piece down and
continued to frown and curse the old place that she lived.

Now rather awake she moved at quit a pace quicker than before.
For every one step there was two and every two steps there was
four and before she knew it she had reached the second floor.
Upon it's arrival she spotted something off she looked in her
bathroom and the mirror was knocked off.

The glass she once gazed in to see her own beauty now lay
in a pile of old fashioned ruby. With blood on the floor she
opened the door and saw a man dressed rather snooty.
Now how could this be the glass she could see had been
covered in blood, but the man was fine, not a single blood line.

Then an idea came to mind that her son wasn't fine
and the corpse she could see wouldn't last. So she busted
his head with her glass. But the man didn't fall, no,
he pushed her up against the wall. What this man didn't know
was that this was the women's home

and mothers are rather protective. Now with her son dead she
kept knocking his head with a force that was said to be livid.
She through the man down and plundered him soundless
until he swung back knocking her unconscious. Now two
bodies lay dead and the killer has fled

and nothing of this night will ever be said
for no witnesses remain in the house of the insane
killings of Alice and her child. Where she awoke from
a nightmare to find something more, something more
horrifying than she dreamt the night before