The Little Stranger

frost hints at the coming


“ding, ding-a-ling”

chimes bell in a far off


footstep fall

and you wonder who is upstairs

“Darling, I’m home”

breath, lingering right on your ear

But no one is there

No one ever arrives

the buring smell of fire and ash

madness and power

all too firey hot

too overwhelming

eyes blink

and nothing is there

shadows and haunts

waiting at every corner

“Darling, I’m home”

But no one is there

no one ever arrives


This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 2 The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! A bit late but here is Day two nonetheless! Photo by Ali Lokhandwala on Unsplash.

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