I heard more noises from the basement last night
The phantom bumps and creaks of this old house
They still scare me after all these years of living alone
Afraid to open the door to check them out
Fear that ruffles up your spine, freezing you in one spot
Your mind demanding your legs to move
Eyes searching the room for something to protect yourself with
I grab a broom…. a laughable weapon
What damage could I possibly do with this?
I summon the courage to look outside
The night is so dark with deep shadows
I turn every light on in the house
Like that would dispel any hidden demons
I know there is something in the basement
The cats tell me my ears aren’t lying
Or are they just reacting to my fear
They stick close to me while I go from room to room
Ears pricked upright, nervous twitching under skin
My stomach churns with anticipation of unwanted surprise
Can they hear me pacing the length of the house?
These disembodied entities of my imagination
My mouth goes dry and a chill runs through me
As I hear another sound rising from the depths
Should I call the police and risk looking stupid?
That thought drags at me, should I or shouldn’t I call
I’m wishing I had a gun about now
But I’d probably just shoot off my own foot
These are the times I long to have a man here
My knight…for my nights alone
Someone to take charge of the situation
To alleviate all my fears
Someone to assure me that I’m safe in my own home
Strong arms to hold me as I shake in my boots
My fear has drained my energy
Sleep is trying to take over
The sounds from below subside for the time being
Enough to let me relax and let sleep surround me
The shadows of fear pushed aside for a while
Hopefully by the light of day all will be well…
Boy can I identify. I deliberately bought a home with no basement for this very reason... no kidding. But I still go around with silly weapons like brooms when things go bump in the night! Nice piece.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on November 3, 2002
Perfect for Holloween...~E
Reviewed by Deirdre Barringer (Reader)
Reviewed on October 31, 2002
Scary and wonderful!
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on October 28, 2002
You should write a book. This prosaic piece reveals that writing talent. Very well done from someone who konws. Bill
Reviewed by Mark Mahoney (Reader)
Reviewed on October 22, 2002
This is very expressive and strong in the images it portrays, great write, well held together, well done, take care...Mark...
Very scary... and I think we all can relate to that feeling of naked fear at one time in our lives. Very well written.
Reviewed by Gumby Pokey (Reader)
Reviewed on October 21, 2002
Ok lets shed some light on this.
first of all this was a very erie write and second it was so scary that i doubt having as man there would help because i would be grabbing the same broom and trying to fly the hell away from there..into the "Knight"
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on October 21, 2002
Scary, this brought back memories, spent my childhood in an old house like this, can still feel the creepy chills when I think about it and in reading your poem. Great work.
Reviewed by Tim Horton (Reader)
Reviewed on October 21, 2002
Sounds like a scene from a horror movie! The creaking never helps, especially late at night. Creepy write!
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first of all this was a very erie write and second it was so scary that i doubt having as man there would help because i would be grabbing the same broom and trying to fly the hell away from there..into the "Knight"
Tim
wonderfully written.
that surface at night
echoing through halls
revealing their plight :0
Scary living alone..
I did for 15 years, and
now I have to protect a woman
and two kids.......Great write...get a little dog
You made a great piece of poetry out of your situation anyway.