#1

Creaking, creaking, creaking,

Stairs, doors and floorboards.

Whistling, howling, whispering,

The wind with a mind of its own.

The torch flame goes out,

Surrounded by darkness.

They all begin to doubt

The wisdom of this jaunt.

Tentatively stepping forth,

They begin to move as one.

Up the stairs and heading north,

Looking for some light.

#2

Spooky and creepy

They haunt the living with joy

Feared by almost all

#3

Mourning their own death

Missing their living family

Indefinitely sad

“These are rubbish,” Mr Jones looked up as he threw down my book in disgust. “Five weeks to write three pieces of poetry around the supernatural and all you can come up with is 3 terrible poems that look like they’ve been written by a 5th grader, not an A-level senior? Care to explain yourself?”

My heart sank. I knew the poems were rubbish but after the horrendous couple of weeks I’d had, I’d only had time to scribble something down at 2am this morning. And after what I’d experienced, I didn’t know how to even begin to describe what my friends and I had witnessed over at the abandoned McWilliams mansion. What we saw, what we went though, defied both belief and explanation. But I guess unless I wanted to fail English, I had to try.

“Well,” I began, “It’s a long story…”

** I started out writing the poems as something different with this topic. I then found it quite difficult and thought it would take forever for me to reach my 200 word goal. So I ended up incorporating it into the start of a story. I don’t think I’d use this exact topic or story but I like the idea of a story starting with something that isn’t the expected story start. Let me know what you think :) **