The little girl behind the door

The little girl behind the door

A Poem by Tara

She beckons me
Her white petticoat 
Fluttering in the breeze
Her hair in plaits with white ribbons
The sky is a perfect blue
The clouds carrying nothing
The grass speckled with flowers
The trees seem to wave at me
I look back at my grey, empty room
Without hesitation I step into the strange new land
She takes my hand
My eyes wander 
Absorbing all I can
A shooting pain goes up my arm 
I try to tug away
She squeezes tighter
A sinister grin grows on her face
The sky turns blood red
The trees die and rot
The moon replaces the sun
And the girls face morphs into something
That even HELL would spit out
A laugh fills the air
A laugh from where an innocent girl
Was stood only moments ago
A deep voice fills the air
A voice that could not belong to her
"Are you ready to play?" 
I turn
The doors shuts
My scream echos through the empty landscape
Drowning out the manic laughter

© 2012 Tara


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Wow, I didn't expect that turnaround of events. This is a good horror poem and I like the depiction from the time she took his hand. Nice one!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Added on November 29, 2011
Last Updated on November 9, 2012
Tags: Evil, Girl, Death, Fear

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Tara
Tara

Cardiff, United Kingdom



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