white paint peeling off-
plants dead as the souls that rest in the house.
a story told passed down from timeline to timeline,
how the man slaughtered his family for a simply mistake-
their last breath took from the wicked old snake,
some can still hear the laughter of the children, the screams of the mother-
why were the children laughing was the question that spread from
the newspapers head-
the man charged with a death sentence upon of his degree
final words of the new articles heading
“til we meet again, may another death do u part”
shocking sent the man to his grave- til again my old friend-,
could be heard in the crowd stands a old man with a wicked smirk
cross his face.
soon the story start to spread but may the children in house play again
night falls noises of balls and running could be heard at the window
unlock the door must be ignored. tears and screeching
you must walk away, close your eyes, say your goodbyes
for you’ve been chosen to play a little game
with children,
who no longer exist.