Words We Cannot Speak

inexplicable fear

He told her not to get any closer.
He said that the room was haunted;
A ghost walks the hallways.
A man was killed in that room when he fell down and broke his neck.
She was too proud, too defiant;
She had to see for herself.

The darkness seeped into the floor,
Every breath reverberated in the emptiness.
The room was dimly lit; the dust glowed on every surface.
She walked slowly and hesitantly.
Her confidence slowly slinking away.

A sound. A sound.
The crash filled up her head and she heard it a million times.
The candles danced in a non-existent wind
And she turned slowly.
The silhouette was as black as night;
No stars to make a wish on.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out.

The shadow moved towards her
And she tried to move
But fear paralysed her.
No light was left and the cold approached like a mist.
She swung her arms out to throw a punch
But you can't hurt ghosts.

She could see him smile at her;
Demonic and psychotic.
She could hear her heart beat like the sound of a mourning drum,
She knew she would be killed too.
The stairs were just behind her,
In plain sight.

There was no choice for her;
She had to move backwards.
He took a stride forwards
And she fell.
The sound of bones breaking was sickening;
It was music to his ears.
Her head and arms were at unnatural angles
And her heart beat was silent.
He took pride in this accomplishment.

There was never a ghost...only the presence of fear.
By holly boyd