There was a faint echo from the chiming of the grandfather clock announcing the new hour; my footsteps kept time with the peals. Before I could proceed, I needed to let go of the paranoia rooted deep in my body. I gaze at the slips of affirmations to gain control before the anxiety rises and begins to stir me up. The clock chimes again, the hour loop has gone by so fast. I look up suspiciously to verify that it was true. How many years had it been since I’d ventured into this haunted house that creaks with such fury?
I Write Her 
Love the ending on this spooky poem!
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Glad you enjoyed it, Sara!
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bravo Susi! A creepy and very spooky tale!
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:) Sometimes dark is good. ;) Thanks!
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Wonderfully told creepy story. So cool
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:) I do enjoy writing wild stories! Thanks, Selma.
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Very good story Susi
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Thanks so much, Sadje! :)
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You’re most welcome
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Oh my!
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:) Thank you, Ishvi!
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Beautifully written 👏
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Thanks so much, Joval!
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I like this spooky take Susi 🙌
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Appreciate it, AJ!
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An intriguing piece, Susi, and adored your last several words …
“house that creaks with such fury?”
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Thanks for reading, Ivor! Glad you enjoyed it. It’s the ghost that linger…
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My pleasure, Susi
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I wish I could be one of those people that goes into haunted houses, like Ghost Hunters! Very intriguing idea!
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Oh, I have a friend who would join you! Thanks for reading, Christine. :)
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fun write! enjoyed your take on the prompt words :)
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Thanks, Ren!
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This was a brilliant short story, loved this.
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Thanks so much, Diana!
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🙂
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