Wednesday, December 31, 2014


The house stands
alone and deserted,
dark and forlorn.
The moon casts its glow
through the tall windows.
Shadows fall on the
shiny wood floors.
Mice scurry from sight.
Dust mites fly through the air.
The wind whistles through
the cavernous rooms.
Rooms that had once held people,
furniture, and signs of life.
Signs of laughter and hope.
Now the house sits alone and dark.
What could have brought it
to such an end?
Has death entered this house?
Bringing with it sickness and sorrows.
Or has the family simply moved away?
A house holds secrets,
close to its heart.
Secrets that lie buried
beneath its floors
and foundations.
Be careful where you dig.
You might not like
what you find.

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