9 July 2012
I fell in love with the house
As I was driving by
The white picket fence
Drew me to it, I never knew why
With the keys in my hand
I felt as though I'd burst
A local from the village
Told me my home was cursed
I chose to ignore her words
I'd never felt any unease
On all my visits there
I'd only felt proud and pleased
I swiftly moved my things in
Putting all things in place
I seemed to have lost things
From maybe packing in haste?
My first night I slept like a baby
But dreams stayed in my head
Of a mother and her three children
All murdered in their beds
The thoughts lingered there
Never leaving my mind
A local man delivered some veg
I thought how very kind
I invited him in for a cup of tea
He glanced around my home
Telling me how homely it was
Asking did I live alone?
Then I realised, all electric had gone
I could not make our tea
Then the lights began to flicker
The local sat uncomfortably
Then voices were heard
I thought it was upstairs
Then I realised it was the walls
I became so scared
The man looked haunted
Decided to turn and flee
As soon as he closed the gate
It was quiet all around me
That night I had a dream
Of the mother and her kids
Who were murdered in their beds
The killers face was now hid
The thoughts lingered upon my mind
Information about my house
I felt so compelled to find
I spoke to the lady
Who said my home was cursed
I looked at old paper clips
Went to the local church
There I saw the headstone
All four buried together
A deep sadness engulfed me
The storms they must have weathered
Sat at home that night
The voices returned to the walls
Although it was frightening
I felt comforted by the whispery calls
That night I dreamt again
This time I saw the killers face
I woke with a terrible start
The man had been in this place
It was the local, who came the other day
No wonder he had to flee this place
For he heard his victims cries
Out of the house he cowardly raced
The whispers told me where
The knife, that he had hid
A place he thought would never be found
But of course the whispers did
The man was arrested for his crime
He was obsessed with the mother
Decided to kill her children
To force her to be her lover
She told him she would rather die
Than ever to be with him
That's when he began to kill her
The knife violently stabbing
Her spirit returned to her children
But their sorrow bound them to their home
They stayed within the walls
That's where their spirits roamed
Within me they sensed a kindred soul
One who could help them be free
So they could find their killer
They and the house had chosen me
I still love my white picket house
We are bound eternally
I have a picture of the mother and her kids
To remember the once happy family
The Walls Whisper • Opuss № I