Alone in the house
She hears something outside
Looks out the window
But nothing she can find
So she goes back to her TV
And immerses herself again
But a shadow she does see
From outside by the fence
Something moves she now knows
Coming closer and closer
Nearing her lonely countryside home
Maybe it’s the ghostly creeper?
She picks up a bat to defend herself
From whatever is out there
Something not good she felt
As eyes in her window stare
A noise so creepy her hair stands on end
As her cat tries to get in
From the rain fast falling
Making her feel foolish again
She lets him in all wet and sad
Not seeing the figure move
The shadow, the creeper slides a tad
Staring and reaching, her it does choose…
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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