Three days in a row I’ve seen you hiding by the forest line.
The rain’s soaking your dirty hair but I let you take your time.
Your face is vaguely familiar yet the name escapes my mind,
And uneasy feeling sits in my stomach like rocks,
It twists and it grinds.
So I stay up all night watching your movements from the attic.
You can’t find a way in and I smile as your behaviour turns erratic.
But then you notice the basement window, it’s slightly open.
You dive right through with a grin on your lips,
Taking the trap for a token.
The red floor creeks gently under your worn out sneakers.
You must’ve woken her up, she’s quite a light sleeper.
So I wonder – what did you notice first, was it the smell?
Was it the glowing eye or another dead creeper?
It’s hard to guess from your yells…
Go ahead and keep that secret all to yourself.
Three days in a row I’ve heard you screaming for help.
The rain’s leaking into the basement, mixing with gore.
This house feeds on souls,
I hope you don’t mind that I volunteered yours.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 