The Mystery House – #writephoto

High upon the hillside, past the river and behind the trees.

Lies a forgotten house which no-one tends to see.

The old folk sometimes remember those who went before.

Yet the towns’ folk find the old stories such a bore.mystery-house-photo-by-sue-vincent

 

A young lady sets off adventuring on the land

Inspired by the folk tales told to her by her Gran

She comes across the house in the woods all alone

And peers through the doorway to check no-one’s home

 

“Who goes there?” Bellows a voice from within the dark

She gulps rather loudly ignoring the thumping of her heart

“It’s me Olive”, her voice says in a squeak

“I thought no-one lived her, I’m sorry I’ll, leave.”

 

Rather disappointed Olive turned around to leave

“Come in child, you’re here now, you might as well have tea.”

Olive walked into the house that’s hidden in the wall

Finding herself facing an old woman 8 feet tall.

 

“Move Oscar out the way child and take a seat over there”

Olive looked across the hovel spotting a black cat in a chair.

Oscar didn’t take to kindly from being shifted from his perch.

Olive was a bit unnerved when he hissed and swiped at her.

 

Olive smiled politely as the tea was served

The cake that went along with it was superb

Her belly now full and the sun beginning to set

Olive said goodbye to the old lady she had met.

 

You thought there’d be a twist in the tale is that about right?

That Olive would be gobbled up or given a real fright

I thought I would be kinder to this old woman living alone

Besides, I never told you if Olive made it home?….


I think I had way-way to much fun writing this! There was so many delightfully devilish options popping into my mind. I love this image, so intriguing. If you want to ive it a go too, head over to Sue’s Page Thursday Photo Prompt – Mystery #writephoto and join in the prompt.KL ❤

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Seeking A Replacement – #writephoto

A lonesome house, seen across the land
Is watched over by, a troubled man
He was a priest, from times of old
At least that’s how the story’s told

A cellar lies, down stairs so steep
In which hides a secret, he must keep

isolated - writephoto by Sue Vincent

Isolated #Writephoto by Sue Vincent

It hides a door, a secret portal
Never to be opened, by any mortal

 

The priest was a hunter, in his day
But he didn’t hunt animals, per ‘say
He thwarted demons that escaped from hell
Then enclosed them in his earthly cell

But the man grows old, his time is near
The world is once again feeling fear
The demons are restless, growing strong
We need a replacement, are you the one?


Originally Written in response to Sue Vincent’s #WritePhoto challenge – Isolated using the fabulous photo of the lonely house seen in the skyline. So does anyone want the job? Lol. KL ❤