Scream!

A poemish-story...

She crept with her back pressed against the wall, with torch in one hand and gun in another, she felt safe.

This house is claimed to possess a poltergeist that seeks revenge- From whom? For what? No one knows. 

She has to prove them wrong, and she will, only if she comes out alive. 

She reached the corridor, the nights ferocious winds roaring,

translucent curtains wildly billowing, their skin glowing white in the moonlight, 

as if its their aura. 

She switched on her torch and held her gun in position 

the winds now kept silent instead, 

just as the curtains dropped dead. 

There at the far end of the corridor 

where the torchlight dimly touched, 

stood a table against the wall

and held a smooth red vase, 

that had a fall, 

'nd its shatter cried out, 

to the moon that had hid its gleam 

in the clouds, 

was echoed by her scream.

                                           

Author's Note

Honestly, I have no clue how this turned to poetry. :'D
Do review!
Love, Shivai

Reviews

[Samaira]

I like how you leave the readers guessing about what happens at the end. Good story. Or poem.

[Shivai]

Gee, thanks!

[Ghazal]

Interesting.........either way :))))

[Shivai]

Thank you!

[Iris]

Ummm....great, I guess? Aside from the fact that I didn't understand the last part. Echoed by her scream? Why did she scream?

[Shivai]

Thank you, Iris!
She screams because the house was indeed possessed.

[Iris]

Oh! Thanks.

[Iris]

And Shivai, please review Chapter 2 of Collected.

[wordman]

well,a great bed time story,tales of thr crypt.great write

[Shivai]

Hehe, thank you!

[wordman]

you are welcome

[Mayank Sharma]

Something new.Liked it.😊

[Shivai]

Thank you!!

[Mayank Sharma]

You are welcome.