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Terror of Nothing

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That house on the corner, next to the stoplight;
More like a shack than a house, really.
It just sits there, sagging just to the left,
Bright colors painted on it, like it's in denial
Of the pit it wallows in.

Walking up to it isn't hard
Since the fence surrounding it split apart.
Nothing tries to stop you
Except your own mind
Screaming irrationally to run.

The door to it wasn't locked.
A quick shove at it, and I stepped through.
I shined a light all around
Waiting for something to pop out.
A reason for all those fears to exist.

All those horror stories that stayed with me
From when I was only a kid.
The werewolves, vampires, Weeping Angels,
Something to prove this place's reputation.
So I waited silently, by the door.

Instead I saw the trash,
The bottles, the syringes, the cigarette butts.
A lonely, roofed dumping ground.
I closed the door and walked away.
A broken home, without even a ghost.
The fourth of four poems that I wrote in my Creative Writing class. The guidelines for this poem was to write about "something we would never do". Hence why I wrote about going to an abandoned, scary house. I would never do that, because in real life I am a complete sissy.

The house in the poem was actually inspired by my memories of a real house that my school bus would pass during elementary school. It was just this single house in a gigantic lot, which gave it a surreal feel and made it stand out in my mind. Sadly, the house has since been demolished.

Please leave any comments, questions, or critiques below, and I'll be sure to get back to you!
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DarthVengeance0325's avatar
So sad- a reputation and a presence without even a sign of a reason or a story. ;_; I adore stories- ghosts are some of my favorite chats. But nothing, terrible nothing...? Ughhhh.