Odd poems

The Stairs came alive.

Slipped
Into that puddle of darkness at the bottom

Emerging
Shadowy and unexpected, a trap to be sprung,
A naked snarl in a well of walls

Best at night time
When the rooms have opened their eyes
The doors have ears
Silence is listening

And the hands are Out!

Monsters await
Ghosts are invisible
The back tingles,
Fear emerges,
Thoughts are taken
Hijacked
Corrupted,
The spirit wilts
And the brain screams -

'Die! Die!'

And the brain screams -
'Die!

Evil looms,
Films are replayed,
Stories shout
OUT! OUT!
GET OUT !

Memories half-remembered, half-suppressed
Crowd into dreams
Half-forgotten
Half-thought
Half-dead

As the night presses in
Ears hum like electric cables,
Eyes see nothing
Eyes see -

Nothing -

- body feels
STRANGE!

And all around -

Body feels
STRANGE!

And all around -

All around...

All around -

Strange ...

ALL AROUND !