Haunted House

The lights flicker in the house

knarled trees look like hands as they grab at me

the sun is covered by thick clouds with lightning and thunder.

I hear a stick snap behind me, I turn but there is no one in sight.

I feel the breathing on my neck as knarled hands take consciousness from me.

I wake up in a basement, the cold, damp room makes me shiver

as I hear an arrow coming out of its quiver