A Haunted House a Poem

it stands on multiple wooden poles
and right between them a flight of stairs
that goes up to the back or kitchen so that
when somebody comes down you see his feet,
shins and thighs before you see him

the house faces a huge raintree that divides
two roads; car lights therefore shine directly
onto the poles of the house and cast shadows
that flash and lift themselves up over its compounds
everything seems to move then in the forboding
quiet and dark menacing atmosphere

the solitary house they say is haunted
you might be sleeping in the living room
but wake up to find yourself on the verandah
so nobody dares stay here

night buses ironically stops to leave their
passengers right outside the house
i once got down here, one last passenger
in the dead of night chilling and cold
gripping with a wild imagination that
threw shadows over every of my steps

the forlorn nooks and corners of the house
suddenly became eyes that bore
a jungle of fears through me;
my heart beat faster than my legs
could carry me

the house loomed in the moonlight night
every inch an epitome of evil out to harm

by john tiong chunghoo
November 13, 2008

Krista Churchill (11/13/2008 12:10:00 AM) I can picture this the whole time i was reading it... Great write...