The House on The Hill With The Demons Waiting....

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A simple remorse story from a devil's misdoing

Submitted: January 16, 2010

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Submitted: January 16, 2010



The ramshackeled structure lurks from the hill,

watching your every move,

sitting very still.

The long winding pathway climbs up the side,

dwindeling at the top,

make sure to say goodbye.

The towering wooden doors creak slowly open,

leading you inside,

useing one of nine tokens.

The dust carpet lay undistrubed on the once glossy floor,

leaving proof,

no one lives here anymore.

The large brand of the devil shines down apon you,

watching, waiting,

tinting the atmosphere in hues.

The disembodied voices sway chanting from the corner,

waiting for you to join them,

though their wait is almost over.

The candle in hand goes out with a trail of smoke,

darkness creeps in,

fear bubbling up like coke.

The footsteps coming closer, they are coming nearer,


tension building up in fear.

The wait is almost over the debt is almost paid,

no longer will they follow,

more are coming to their aid.

The darkness turns to light, my nerves are sensing heat,

there he is standing,

Admiring his feat.

The deal was done, the crime commited,

not on earth I stand,

no one even remembers I existed.

The devil's handiwork is what I live for now,

now I wait and lurk,

I will get you back some how.

My only advice to you is simple if you choose follow,

becareful who you talk to,

and no deals are hollow.......

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