The prompt for the Cloaked Monk’s March Challenge, day 12, is “horror.”
I was going to skip the horror prompt because I’ve seen all the horror I ever want to see. I don’t even go to horror movies, but when I stopped and considered horror as a simple writing exercise . . . what the heck.
by Mike Patrick
Whistling loudly, I wend
along the graveyard fence.
A stench, as from an open crypt,
drifts across my path
and chokes off my whistling.
Peering back over my shoulder,
I try to pierce the gathering gloom.
I creep along the darkened street.
The echo of each footstep
comes back to trick my ears.
Birds suddenly flee their hiding place
in the tree by the corner.
Something lurks in the deep shadow.
I can feel its eyes as it awakes.
What noise do talons make
as they skitter across the sidewalk?
There, oh sweet Lord, there
is the candle in the window.
A few more steps to safety,
just a few . . . .