The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
Sticks and Stones
by Lydia Prime
Sticks and stones and cob webbed bones resting in the corner;
a house that creaks and ghosts who shriek that never had a mourner.
Spirits moving, echoes heard, while vermin scurry out of sight,
a dare, a pact, the bravest child will go inside tonight.
Flashlights in shaking hands of the innocent little boys,
the inhabitants of the house are pleased to see chubby new toys.
At first a light flickers on, strange noises heard from below,
shadows moving all around, and from the dark are eyes aglow.
Crying kids are music to an old crypt such as this,
sticks and stones and cob webbed bones revel in terrifying bliss.
Fiction © Copyright Lydia Prime
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More about Lydia Prime:
Lydia grew up in a small, ‘Mayberry,’ sort of town, in New Jersey. She thoroughly enjoys gummy bears and laughing through the darkest depths of life. More often than not, she writes about demons and monsters, however, being a recovering addict tends to turn inner demons into fearsome foes to be fought beyond the constraints of the mind. ‘Sometimes,’ she states, ‘what’s inside, is scarier than anything reality throws at you.’
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Nice incantation!
Thank you m’dear 😊!
i also like the “revision” of the old incantation!
Thank you Terrie 🙂!
Love the rhyme in this. Adds a nice level to the creepiness!
Thank you sir! 😁
A terrific poem, very creepy.
Thank you so much!! 😀