Tagged Haunted House

Listen To Your Wife

I hated those dolls, hundreds of them all over the house. Some small, others as big as a child. We’d been married for ten years my wife loved them, she had collected them all of her life. They were everywhere. On chairs, shelves, even the bed. Quaintly dressed china dolls. I found it hard to even set foot in my home. I had enough one day and just put them all into boxes. She went ballistic. “Where are my babies what have you done with them”? Her babies! We argued for hours, the dolls came back out. Their mean little…

Morning Half-Light

The yellow morning half-light filters through the broken glass and boards that were the old the houses windows. That lonely, fearful time before the dawn. How long have I been here? Waiting, loathing, watching. An empty shell, no light, no life. I will always be reminded of that cruel night all those years ago, there is someone in the street passing by. Alone so early, how foolish. I wonder can he hear me screaming, my calling. I don’t know if he can or not, each step though brings him closer. Good he’s stopped. Yes that’s it turn and look up at…