Blank Page You stare at the blank page, Knowing that once you start, you won’t stop, Your mind tells you ‘the room is quiet,’ But you know it is not, one day, it will pop You continue to stare at the page, Fingers twitch to pick up the pen, There, six lines, now on the more »
‘Yes, you’re house,’ he repeated. He leaned back, ruffled his hair and watched me. I did not know what I felt first. Shock? No, that was not possible. Interest? No, that was not possible either. My interest had already been fulfilled once I walked down that secret passageway. Fear? The wider his smile got, the more »
I tried to open the door, even pushed it with all my might, but nothing happened. It did not even budge. I began banging the door; no sound could be heard from me.
I want you to picture how our house currently looked. Most of the times, it seemed that darkness had fallen over it. The sun had tried its hardest to push the darkness from the away, but it seemed as if it was part of the house. It did not have the typical ‘haunted house’ look more »