The House

from by Sterling Witt

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Two guys on a joyride in an old pickup truck.
Driving country roads, when they ran out of luck.

They found an old house they thought they would explore.
It looked like a strange place! They wanted to see some more.

They parked the truck and climbed the fence.
It didn’t take long for things to get tense.

It seemed like the place might be abandoned.
No way to let a mouse or man in.

The windows and doors were boarded up tight,
Willie had a feeling that something wasn’t right.

Jed went back to the truck for a crow bar and hammer
leaving his friend to climmer and clammer.

Fear welled up inside old Willie.
His good friend Jed, just thought he was silly!

With tools in hand, Jed finally returned.
He wore a fat smile, but his friend looked concerned.

“Let’s go to work on that old front door!”
They pried off the boards ‘til there were no more.

The door creaked open and lit up the stairs.
Onward and upward a stumbling pair.

One by one they stepped to the top.
So dang dark they just had to stop.

Together they fumbled around in the dark.
What’s that noise? Fear began to spark.

“Maybe we should hide and pretend we aren’t here.”
“Be quiet,” Willie said, shaking with fear.

All was dark when they heard the sound.
Somebody’s footsteps walking around.

Just then, the front door creaked and slammed.
“Hold on” Jed said, “We’ll all be damned!”

The pounding began as they stood in pitch black.
They groped all around to deal with the lack.


“Wait! Who’s there?” They yelled and they cried.
Not what they had in mind when they went for their ride!

They tumbled and stumbled their way down the staircase.
Willie couldn’t see his hand in front of his face.

The pounding continued and drove them hysterical.
Resolving this trouble would take a miracle!

No such luck, though they did find the door.
A little too late—they cursed and they swore.

Someone had nailed the boards back on.
They both felt duped, all hope was gone!

They felt around until Jed found a match.
He struck and it lit, the last of the batch.

What they saw chilled them to the bone.
The haunting truth that they weren't all alone.

A house full of corpses scattered about.
Trespassers like them, they had no doubt
And just like that, the match went out.

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from Something's Awry, released April 10, 2020

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