He was invited to the house
On the stormiest night of the month
His clothing soaking wet
And his face stoic.
He walked into the house
Keeping calm and collected,
Like he usually did
His brown eyes dull and bland.
Other guests were in the house
All sitting around, drinking coffee and tea
He was the last one to arrive
Now I could start our evening
It all started with a game of charades
Full of laughter and fun
Everyone guessing all the wrong answers
Except for him.
Next, we all played a game of cards.
All putting in the money that we had saved
For the important, wasted now on a game
Except for him.
It was now dinner time at the house
The beautiful dishes of steaks and salads
Everyone ate the food happily,
Except for him.
His dead eyes seemed to watch everyone
Looking over every detail of the guests
Making sure that he didn't forget
Anything about them.
He did the same for me.
His eyes skimming me carefully
As if planning something that
Wasn't worth sharing
After dinner, we all retire to the study
Glasses of wine and whisky
Were handed out to each person.
Except for them.
Everybody was enjoying themselves
Though there were two missing.
They were never given permission
To wander around the house.
I secretly smile at the guests as they drink
Telling them I'll be right back.
Exiting the chattered filled room
My eyes darted around for the other two.
Spotting them was harder than I thought.
It was dark because of the storm.
Suddenly, I trip and fall onto the floor
Landing on something cold and damp.
Looking to the side, I see a body
Sprawled out lifeless beneath me
It was a missing guest. Only one guest.
But it wasn't him.
Though, without warning, he appeared.
Grabbing my hands and pulling them behind
Handcuffing me immediately.
What's going on?
"You're under arrest"
His deep voice ringing out through my ears.
I chuckle slightly and shake my head
"What for?"
He pulled me up with force
When coughing and gasping for air
Glasses breaking on the floor
Was echoing from the study.
He gave me a look and pushed me forward
I nearly did it. I nearly killed everyone.
All of them are dead now, though
All of them, except for him.
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Personally Arcane
PoesíaA book of my poetry. ((All art in titles is my own)) There are many categories with this book that I'm writing. There is mystery, personal, sweet, and some thriller stuff. I hope you guys enjoy a piece of my Imagination💕
