The chair

I was a child when it happened, barely six years old
Though the memory has stayed fresh for years
That old chair in the bedroom at the old creaky house
It was the pinnacle of each of my fears

For its decoration held a secret, one I saw straight away
Faces, leering at me from the other side of the room
Knitted eyebrows and troubling mouths smiling in glee
Mocking demons waiting for sleep to bring my doom

I lay awake for many hours, I tried not to look
But each night my eyes were drawn to that chair
With its terrible faces, demonic and glaring
I could do nothing at all but to stare

As I lay in my bed, the covers drawn over my head
I heard noises from close to the door
"Scrape, scratch, scrape" whispered along the wall
When I looked the noises weren't there anymore

And as I raised my head from beneath the covers
The chair had moved slightly to the right
So I plunged my head beneath my duvet
And begged for the end of this night

Well each night the chair taunted and watched me
"Scrape, scratch, scrape" it moved closer to me
I told my grandparents but they did nothing
For I do not think they managed to see

Eventually the chair it was leering,
so close to my terrified face
I yelled for my mother tears streaming
I told her of the chair which moved place

I gasped when I heard my mum laughing
She said open the windows and see
So I opened my curtains just a crack
There in front of my eyes, near the tree

Was a wasps nest embedded in my wall
That explains all the humming she said
And I smiled with relief and pure happiness
When the wasp man made all the wasps dead

So that night I lay in my bed smiling
Ready to fall into a deep sleep, to escape
With the wasps dead, The chair was not evil
Then I heard it again "Scrape, scratch scrape"

"When I was little my Nan had a horrible chair that gave me nightmares and a wasps nest that made me think it was moving, this is basically based on that"