Inhuman Haunt

Inhuman Haunt

A Poem by Richard Williams

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.

© 2015 Richard Williams

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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.

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Added on October 19, 2015
Last Updated on October 19, 2015
Tags: fragile, fear, house, indoctrination, ghostly, howls, human, otherworldly, haunt, dimensions, gold, teeth, maws, spiders, glass