Wednesday, July 24, 2024

The Farmhouse

 The wind played an eerie tune

and forced the shadows

to dance uncontrollably.

The rain wouldn't be far behind.

Those gathered in the den

we're uncomfortably quiet,

until the upstairs floor

began to squeak, as if

someone was walking around

up there.

The feeling was -

anything could happen,

and was about to.





1 comment:

Pauline said...

Hummm, kinda sounds like the Hotel Del Coronado!