

Madness neatly folded into softly bundled mayhem pressed firmly underneath that staircase. Those stairs pulled me upward in my formative years. The little girl at the top of the steps whispered in her eyes a preternatural glow “I'll bet you can't make it so fast... come!” she said slowly her teeth, sharp and gleaming every word forming a slight hiss. I ran in breathless, horrible fantasy. Dancing eyes, her head slowly turning I wasn't questioning pretending life was a normal curve. Then one day older, she appeared husky-voiced teeth now brandishing razor sharp fangs “I'll bet your life you can't make these stairs!” that voice now gravelly and deep. I looked amazed at her metamorphosis into demon daughter of a discontent house.

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L.T. Garvin

An awesome poem, no way known am I taking on those stairs !!
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I agree. Brilliant, poem, made me shiver it feels so Real!!. 💖 it.
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Deep and meaningful, very well done.
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Very great poem! I thought it was about hypnotizing vampire at first. That’s exactly how the scariest things work – they make you come to them and you can resist!
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Gotta watch out for demon daughters! Yikes.
–FlyTrapMan–
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Thanks so much to everyone for the lovely comments, and thanks so much for publishing!
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Thanks for participating in the writing contest!
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Thank you, I enjoy Halloween and the scary stories, too 😀
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Reblogged this on L.T. Garvin and commented:
Is Halloween over? I’m running late, but I invite everyone to read my poem and the other frightfully neat stories and poems on Slasher Monster Magazine.
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A thrilling poem, written with brilliance! Truly a fantastic classical horror poetry worthy of first place. ❤️
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