Thursday, 30 October 2014
Halloween Dare
Tonight was the night... four wild teens, armed with a plan
Torch, camera, tea light's, salty snacks... packed in rucksack
With their long-awaited freedom... they’d formed a clan
October’s sky adorned... magnificent full moon
Two hours before parents designated curfew
Tonight would be their first festive Trick-or-Treat dare
Adrenaline pumping rapidly... but they weren’t scared!
They met up outside the dilapidated house;
confident they'd get in, excited.... they’d no doubts
Miss Pulpo, spinster, old teacher... who’d long since passed
Her house stood derelict... in state of ill-repute
All windows, doors boarded securely... nailed tight shut
Mounting gate; only deterrent... neighbourhood mutt
Rotten boards they managed, with ease, to prise open;
to impress girls, Karate chopped... they'd broken
Alan and John demonstrating... strong male prowess
Two girls, Lisa and Kate, they glowed... dressed to impress
(best friends from pre-school) drawn to all things... dangerous!
Into abandoned house... they stealthily entered
Cheering success, with stifled, tipsy... giggle grins
Drinking, and lighting up their stolen cigarettes
They roamed through the house with foolhardy... cocksureness
Downing cheap cider from the plastic bottle’s neck
Lighting tinned candles with zippo lighter’s... finesse
Began to chalk Ouija board’s precise sequence
The girls taking great pains... their artwork to perfect
John asking “you think they’d deliver... Pizza Express?”
Multi-pack of crisps eaten and more cider drunk
They, at last, formed tight circle to perform seance
Kate had set her camera running to capture the scene
All concentrating, thought it a farce... secretly
They proceeded with ritual... in dim scanty-light
Things started to go wrong, as glass spun... heedlessly
”I can’t keep hold... it's out of control!” Lisa screamed!
“You must!” yelled Kate. “If you don't it will never... leave”
“WTF... there’s... smoke!” John exclaimed it disbelief!
It was obvious now that no one was pushing,
when the glass flipped and took on a mind of its own
All four teens, transfixed, scared equally;
wished that they had stayed home... hadn't gone there alone
They’d obviously summoned an evil entity
Shadowed figure appeared... clearly, cause for concern!
Boys were visibly shaken... turned a shade of stone
The girls tried, in vain, to ask dark spirit to leave
Dawned on them at last... how they'd all been so naive!
They stared at each other... utterly horrified!
Evil flames flickering... fear’s torch burned in their eyes
Iced fingers, bristled neck hairs... primal sense of dread
Remembering... what John’s brother, Billy had said
“Ouija board’s no toy, dudes... shouldn't mess with the dead.”
Glass levitated, cracked... shattered over their heads
The floor shook... the house creaked and heaved, as rubble fell
Before them... flamed archaic script words were spelled
They could only just make out... word repeated ‘DEATH’
The dark spirit, now maniacally cackling;
crept, crawled slowly up each wall... like possessed mercury
Rancid drips of white liquid fell from the ceiling
onto the stunned teens’ heads... who were petrified
Hypnotised by the demonic apparition
Gliding up and down... like white lava-lamp phantasm
Feeling a sickening... trickling sensation
running down their faces... thick squirming cold liquid;
slipping into them... long tentacles of a squid
Alan ran for the door in a bid to escape
but suddenly an ungodly vortex appeared in his way
Sucked him violently into eye‘s darkling cyclone
His poor helpless body forever suspended
in terrible writhing, wailing... Hell’s echoed moans
Remaining three... jumped to their feet, clawed at window
Faces etched with blind panic... red-veined eyes distressed
Their fingertips bleeding as each snapped at nail beds
One by one... each teen was pulled into the vortex
All that was left behind... rucksack, empty bottle
House stood vacant.. eerily silent once more
The candles extinguished, Ouija’s inscriptions
melted away debris’ veil of dust... erased
The only noise to be heard now... the old swing gate;
squeeking, rusty... beyond blown-open rear door
Kate’s camera, still recording, on rat-knawed floorboards
Maybe months before personal effects are found
Their lost souls forever... unto this house are bound
Beware All Hallows Eve’s myths, legends... those unseen!
As the wayward tragic foursome’s story has shown
No one knows... what of their poor young souls, has become
In fact... only Kate’s distorted footage remains
But don't worry... I've stored it with rucksack, away,
underneath unmarked papers and empty textbooks
Somewhere... I know no one will ever think to look
“Who me... what’s my name? I’m sorry didn't you know?”
“Why, Miss Pulpo - spinster, teacher... this is MY home!”
© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry
Pumpkin
head cleared of contents
in order to see the light
- pumpkin fills the air
Original photo and poem by © Debbie Razey 2014
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