Haunted House

Carpe Diem #1554 Haunted Houses (modern kigo)

 

As a child I would lie awake at night watching the closet, afraid something would emerge from the giant inside.  By day just hole in the wall  filled with a previous owner’s discarded magazines became a portal to some netherworld .Too paralyzed to get up and close the forgotten door for protection,  I’d implore my sister to no avail. Long hours were spent next to my snoozing sibling listening to the night sounds,  terrified with each hoot of an owl, creak of the floor, tap of a branch.  Yes, as the first hints of light formed outside,  the tree transformer to an evil witch pointing her long snarled finger at me, scraping the glass.  Finally as the last shadows of night were discarded, and villains became ordinary objects, I would dose.

moaning autumn wind
branches claw at the window
my haunted bedroom

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