In the dead of night when the winds don’t blow,
And the moon hides its face with an eerie glow,
There’s a place where the shadows creep and crawl,
Where the cries of the lost echo down every hall.
A place that whispers to those who stray,
Calling them closer, leading them away,
Through woods so dark, through air so cold,
Where horrors awaken, both ancient and old.
Three souls wandered in on a night like this,
Drawn by the lure they couldn’t dismiss,
They laughed at fear, they mocked the tales,
But their courage would fail as the night unveils.
Through rusted gates they passed with pride,
Not knowing the terror that lurked inside.
An abandoned house with windows cracked,
Its walls too silent, its air too black.
Inside, the silence was thick as death,
No trace of warmth, no hint of breath.
Yet something stirred in the shadows deep,
Something that had never known sleep.
The floors creaked loud as they ventured near,
But the sound wasn’t what filled them with fear.
For from the dark came a whispered breath,
The chilling promise of endless death.
“The walls remember,” the whisper came,
“Each name that entered, each soul that’s claimed.
They scream in silence, they cry unseen,
Lost in a void where nothing’s clean.”
One by one, their courage died,
And the doors behind them slowly sighed.
Locked in tight, the night grew long,
The house alive with a cursed song.
A mirror cracked with a sudden scream,
Reflected horrors not fit for a dream.
Their faces twisted, their eyes grew wide,
For the ghosts of the house stood side by side.
Figures that wept with hollowed cries,
No flesh on their bones, no light in their eyes.
They stretched out fingers, thin and frail,
Their whispers like nails on a coffin’s rail.
“Stay with us,” they chanted, a ghostly plea,
“Once you’ve entered, you can’t be free.
The walls will shift, the halls will bend,
This house consumes until the end.”
The friends screamed out, but no one came,
Their voices swallowed, lost in shame.
For the house was alive, it breathed and sighed,
Its hunger unending, never denied.
A door swung wide with a forceful crash,
And from it spilled a blood-red flash.
The walls turned slick, the ceiling bled,
And from the floors rose the restless dead.
They clawed at skin, they pulled at hair,
With empty sockets and a vacant stare.
The friends were dragged with cries and moans,
Into the darkness, into the unknown.
Beneath the house, the earth was cold,
A labyrinth of tunnels, damp and old.
Each corner echoed with cries of pain,
And blood-soaked walls bore the eternal stain.
In the depths, a figure stood tall and thin,
Its hollow face pulled in a devilish grin.
Eyes like fire, its hands like claws,
It whispered softly, breaking all laws.
“You’ve come too far, you’ve gone too deep,
Your souls are now mine to keep.
You’ll scream forever, you’ll rot and decay,
In the endless night, far from the day.”
They tried to fight, but it was in vain,
For nothing can stop the house’s reign.
It devoured them whole, it fed on their fear,
Their souls torn apart, with no one near.
The walls of the house, they pulse and weep,
With the cries of the lost who will never sleep.
So heed this warning, don’t take the dare,
For the house is waiting—it’s always there.
When the moon hides its face and the night’s too still,
When the wind doesn’t blow and you’ve lost your will,
Beware the pull of the house so cursed,
Or you’ll join the souls that forever thirst.
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Thank you very much! 😎
Wooo! Spooky and scary! There’s a name for houses that trap those who enter it.I don’t remember the name. But I found it “Domus Mactabilis” which means deadly home. There was another name I can’t recall from many years ago. You are such a gifted writer!
Thank you very much! ‘Domus Mactabilis’—now that’s a name that really captures the eerie essence. I appreciate your kind words, and I’m glad the writing gave off that spooky vibe! 😎