Haunted Villa

Way back when,
I was a child
Our family always moved.
Till one day my father
said "family were moving to Spain."

I was sad for,
I was leaving my friends behind
"I found this nice Villa we
will be staying in,
were renting it very cheap."

So upon arrival,
It gave me the creeps.
Something was off,
something I've never
felt before.
It felt that of death
knocking on my door.

Finally we settled in,
I picked a nice room.
Lots of space to place
my toys.
But again it all felt wrong.

My bed was placed
in front of the doorway.
That way I could peer
down the hallway.
To where my parents
room would be.

And so it all begins.

One night when I was drifting
off to sleep.
I noticed the room adjacent
to me filling with creepy
shadows.

I laid in bed with the covers
pulled up over my head.
Oh this room did scare me.

Some time ago as I would
recall on a night shrill with
darkness.

I heard from my window a
tap, tap, tap.
And thought it might be
my new girlfriend.

So my head peered up
and over I walked,
pulled open my curtains.
And there it was
this disfigured hand.

My parents woke
and found me in my bed.
Curled up in a bundle,
shaking like a trapped rat.

They asked what was wrong
and I just couldn't speak.
My father walked out

"A nightmare Gail,
thats what he had now try
to get some damn sleep."

My mother kissed my head,
and tucked me back into bed.
Said "nothing can hurt you baby, I promise."
How wrong was she.

Finally after many hours,
my eyes drifted asleep.
tap, tap, tap
on the widow again.

tap, tap, tap
it was that hand.
I ran out the room,
and to my dismay
I saw a lady standing there.

She held a knife,
her body shaking violently.
Grey in color she seemed
to be.
Blood stains upon her body.

tap, tap, tap
is what I heard.
The sound came from
behind me.

The window flew open
and the hand ran
with all its might.
As fast as fingers
would take him.

When all of a sudden
it seemed to jump
towards me.

so I started running,
"Somebody help me,
Grab the gun,
dad they're gonna kill me!"

My father woke up
scared out of his mind.
Grabbed the gun
and ran towards the light.

Before he could get to me
I sadly must say.
The grey figured
women took his life
that night.

Such a ghostly figure
a women and a knife.
My poor dear
father dropped dead
holding his hand
to his heart.

I ran to my mother
trying to escape the
ghastly disfigured hand.

Finally when I reached her,
we ran out of the house
Never to go back again.

The funereal came
some days later.
But never will we forget
that dreaded haunted Villa.

'Haunted Villa' Copyright © Jacki Ford