13 Butchers Lane Poem by Pete Laffey

13 Butchers Lane
Out in the sticks
Deja vu; been here before
Your mind playing tricks

A sign read
YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE
The mist descending rapid
A stench of chilled aired fear

Trees stare beneath angry clouds
Amidst the moonlight
You hear a scream; echoing
Left in a state of fright

Checking in a void motel
Room triple six
Your doppelgänger hands you the key
Eyes transfixed

Ghostly tones whisper
Just along the hall
Lights flicker; blood stains
Upon a blacken wall

You try to go asleep
You say a little prayer
In the corner; a silhouette
Rocking in a chair

Sweating; heart beating
Dashing to the door
Ghoulish laughter and evil spirits
Wrestle you to the floor

Never ever visit
13 Butchers Lane
This creepy old village
Of BLOOD, HORROR and..... PAIN!