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Flying Fox AKA Ted L Glines

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Haunted
by Flying Fox AKA Ted L Glines

Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Inspired, if you can call it that, by something in a very old Don Knotts movie watched in the middle of the night. Nothing really goes "bump" in the night, does it?


Haunted
by Ted L Glines

The house was only
mortar, stone, and wood
we knew that nothing evil
lived there - never could
and that was that.

Twenty years ago tomorrow
on a dark and moon-less night
the old man stabbed his wife
but no one heard her plight,
as she died he played the organ
in the windowed tower room
then in a final crescendo
he threw himself to his doom.

Twenty years the house stood empty
no one went there anymore
widows spoke of it in whispers
scaring children with its lore,
no one dares to venture close
this old house is made of fright
for they say the organ plays
in the middle of the night.

And where the portrait used to hang
cob-webbed painting of his wife,
blood runs down the stucco wall
as it did one time in life,
it is then the organ plays
with no fingers on the keys
only ending with a scream
as his maddened spirit flees.

We know there is no evil
nor anything but good
in an old abandoned house
made of mortar, stone, and wood.

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviewed by Glenda Bixler 9/30/2008
Comment: Yes, I clearly see the difference...this seemed to allow more of the story to be told, yet the other was more pleasing to the ear...even telling of haunting...thank you!
Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper 4/15/2008
hello Ted, great spooky poetic story,
Reviewed by Felix Perry 4/15/2008
Love it Ted and Mr. Knots sure could give a great impression of a man scared out of his wits with those bug eyes of his.

Fee
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 4/15/2008
One man stabbed his wife......... Today I got round to reading the cantaville ghost, this is so appropriate and well written...
Reviewed by D Johnson 4/15/2008
This tale is something I'd expect Albert Hitchcock to come out and warn the audience of the upcoming story. Nicely done.

Cheers,
Dan
Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper 4/15/2008
A wonderful tale. I grew up on spooky stories told my my grandma and my daddy. They were both great storytellers and they had some wonderful haunted tales. Terrific write well told.
Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten 4/15/2008
We had a house within a few miles of our home that I used to tell the kids, "that's where the witch lives" I told them if they were bad, I'd drop them off! LOL!
Needless to say, they were all good! :)
Well, pretty much...HA!
Great job, Tedders~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Reviewed by Gerald Tate 4/15/2008
excellent

Gerry
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 4/15/2008
Oh, my, Ted, this is effectively chilling! Well penned!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis 4/15/2008
I remember that Don Knotts movie - watched it recently! Wonderful, chill-rendering poem! Every town needs a house like this one.
Reviewed by George Carroll 4/15/2008
Used to think this was all bunk but not anymore. Great imagery in this frightful poem.
Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse 4/15/2008
Fantastic Photo, reminds me of "Phsyco" That house is awsome!! And In Many Movies
This Is A Good Goth Like Piece Gene! I feel asleep on my couch with the phone & woke up around 2 a/m to a noise. It was the phone. I pressed button after button to shut it off as I couldn't see the off button. & I went back to sleep.
Embraced ~ Embrassť
Vickie

......oh after the phone incedent the police arrived!
I inadvertently dialed 911-HA!! to funny when I tried to explain that to them. They insisted on a walk through-but thats cool cause it could have been what they thought!
Reviewed by Lavendar Jazz 4/15/2008
Very good storytelling in this poem. I don't know... I go to Charleston, SC and Savannah, GA often and there are some "haunted" homes there. I truly get an eery feeling when I visit...

*** Lavendar Jazz
Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan 4/15/2008
we may know it but sure is easy to let ones mind play tricks!! well written



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