The trees creek,
the dying flowers weep,
the mist moves in with a sinister grin.
The ground is covered in moss and mud
then you spot a trail of splattered blood!
You have nowhere to go and nowhere to hide,
you keep hearing strange noises from side to side!
You spot a house in the distance,
it looks dark and cold;
will you make it or will you fold?
Your clothes are all tattered and torn
you fall to the floor;
your hands and feet are very sore.
You crawl to the porch and knock on the door,
your weary head falls to the floor.
What did you see?
Well you tell me
because it’s your nightmare
for you to bear!

Published by bookmarkquinn

Mark Quinn has always been creative. A strong desire to fulfill a childhood dream is what spurred him on to write and publish his first book back in 2013. He lives in Manchester, England with his wife and furry friends. He is active in charity work and supports a variety of local causes. Mark’s wish is to entertain and amuse people with his stories, taking them out of their normal surroundings for just a brief time while they absorb his imagination through his writing. Happy reading!

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