Halloween Quartet No 3 The Witches House

The broom danced around the room
pushed by unseen hands.
I stood there hypnotised,
and then came the crackling laughter
that echoed in my ears
and seem to come from everywhere.
It stopped and a voice shouted
if you know what’s good for you
you’ll get out of here.
The laughter returned closer than before.
My heart thumped loudly
as I groped in the darkness searching for the door
through spider’s webs and endoplasmic goo
I grasped the handle,
opened it and into the night ran.
Promising myself every step of the way
never to go back there again.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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