With my paranormal-gadgets in hand, gathering guts,
I crept into the premises,
Once in ownership of the affluent, now that lay in ruins,
totally haphazard and neglected,
Would I catch something intriguing tonight, with my labored patience
and hard-work, I dwelled,
To proof to the world, the fact, that the parallel-world existed,
beyond doubts...
I got the warnings, even before I started,
The noises, the creeps that had me all startled,
Keep away, I got the telepathy in my mind,
Nevertheless, I still persisted.
The faint odor that started, took a noxious turn,
A dream, I woke up sweating, with my toy-house in hand.
Copyright 2015 © Nandini Deka
That last line is a chilling and wondrous conclusion to this story...
ReplyDeleteFull of tension and terror until we find out that it was just a dream. Well done.
ReplyDeletewell done
ReplyDeleteThe last line says it all/
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ReplyDeleteMy take : A Small Home
twas all a dream
ReplyDeleteLike the twist in the end. Would like it even better if you didn't underline the prompt words. I find it distracting and I trust you to use them. :-)
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