2013
I had figured something had happened
The first time I tried calling him
And was sent to voicemail.
Twelve years after the first time,
The elderly professor had called me back.
Instead of one mansion
There were five.
But with each one
The stakes increased,
As did my sense of foreboding.
My adventure took me
All across the ghostly valley.
First, there was a mansion
Almost like my first one
Except down in the cellar
Awaited a monstrous surprise—
The most vicious spider queen I'd ever seen.
I had to beat it back to realize
That it was the work of a possessor.
Mansion number two
Was clogged with foliage.
I was snapped at
By giant, carnivorous flytraps.
Then a ghost puppy snatched items I needed
And sent me on wild chases to get them back.
Then I found a Toad
Sealed in that artistic prison
And my mind went back to that night
That awful, awful night—
Now I was this Toad's only line of defense
Against the ghosts menacing it
While I tried to get him back into the professor's bunker.
My visit ended up atop a hollow tree
Fighting another possessor
Who'd taken over a staircase.
Easy to beat, really.
It was the game of stairways earlier
That was hard.
I had figured something was wrong
The tenth time I tried calling him
And was sent to voicemail.
Mansion number three
Was all about clocks.
Clock towers, clock makers,
Clock everything.
Brawls in a roundhouse,
Another Toad to free
And an encounter with one ghost
Unlike the others—
One with strange markings.
Markings which made it stronger—
YOU ARE READING
Almost Like a Prayer
PoesíaHe'd run away, never look back, if he didn't say the words. Those words are the only safeguard against the fear.
