The House

The stars are bright,

The house is far,

I look at it,

As I tremble in fear.

The house is tall,

The house is scary,

The house is old,

Reminds me of a movie,

Reminds me of a song.

Police cars drive by,

As sirens could be heard,

Other cars racing by,

I take that step,

I hear the floor creak.

May I be dreaming,

May this be in my head,

I can smell blood,

I can smell cigarettes,

Maybe I am dreaming.

I look around,

No blood could be seen,

I look around,

No one is in,

But I can hear something.

My heart races,

I continue walking,

My head spins,

Where am I?

I go into a room,

A bloody dead body,

Ripped open from stomach to neck,

Only laying there,

Smoking as if they aren't dead.