The Last Inhabitant
The Last Inhabitant storypoem/ goosebumps/ stories
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This is a ghost story/poem I did for poetry month one year. It was featured on 'PicturetheDead' / Ghost Stories. Perfect for the 'Goosebumps' prompt. Open the door....if you dare.

The Last Inhabitant

An empty shell choked with vines Where people danced Now wind resides Breathless in a crowded room No laughter To dispel the gloom

A single shadow walks the floors Peeps through keyholes Opens doors The last inhabitant Lets you in But will she let you out again?

There is a gate At the end of the drive Twisted metal Looks alive It opens slowly Rust on rust Just wide enough to Earn your trust

Enter will you if you dare, But know that she is waiting there.

As you pass the hanging tree It reaches for you Restlessly Brittle leaves whisper Birds call a warning Still the house will be yours If you stay until morning

The grey of the stones Rises three floors Attics and turrets And four sets of doors Gargoyles perch on towers of rock Cast iron lace where widows would walk

A time-ravaged beauty Just a house, nothing more But how your hand trembles When you reach for the door

Tight in your grip Is the skeleton key That arrived with a letter Anonymously Indian ink on a parchment page Sealed with wax from an erstwhile age

A legacy written in elegant hand Granting the title of dwelling and land To the one who inhabits The house for a night Put the key in the lock And turn to the right

The door shrieks on hinges Two hundred years old Leads to a passage Reeking of mold Paintings in oils Usher you in Wallpaper roses and ceilings of tin

A breathtaking beauty Long past her lustre It’s love at first sight but.... Do you think you can trust her?

The clock in the hall Is the grandfather kind With carvings and gongs And a key that you wind The hands reach for numbers On opposite ends Stuck at the time when the haunting begins

To the last of the day you open the curtain Things will be fine Of that you are certain You move through the rooms Feeling at home No longer afraid Though you’re never alone But as the suns sinks Burns down like a wick The clock in the hall is Beginning to tick

You are drawn to a room At the end of the hall Where music is playing And books line the walls You wander through titles And there on the desk Is the story of how The house came to unrest

A book of leather Carved and gilded Tells the tale of woe Two star crossed lovers Forbidden sweethearts These many years ago

The story goes that one Loved the other Wholly and without reservation But when the time came To promise their lives It ended without consummation

‘Dear Diary’ Read the obsidian tome ‘Tonight we are to be wed At one we will stay For the rest of our days’ But before the first kiss One was dead

The bride in her room Was singing a tune And in a heartbeat stopped Silence hung in the empty hall Cut short by a single shot The beautiful lover lay dead on the grass With eyes staring into the blue And in his hand a note that read ‘To thee I will always be true’

The tortured bride Was never the same Kept to her room completely Dressed in a gown that would never be seen Singing the tune ever sweetly

“I promise to love you For all of my days Promise to leave you never Promise your heart and I’ll promise you mine forever and ever and ever.”

From somewhere above you The floor creaks And you pick up the threads of a tune Drifting through cracks in the ceiling It steals its way into the room

You lay the book on the table Closed on the final chapter “Who’s there?” you call to the darkness The clock in the hall chimes the answer

The spiral staircase invites you to climb To the room at the top of the stairs The tune calls you onward Familiar and yet Filled with the utmost despair

Your heart pounds in time To the musical rhyme As you wind your way step after step But what you find there At the top of the stairs Is something you didn’t expect

“Won’t you come just a little bit closer?” Calls a voice that is papery thin And it seems that you cannot resist it Though you’re frightened of What lies within

The door is the kind with a keyhole Where light leaks into the hall You press your eye to the portal To see who is making the call

Standing beside the window Is a woman dressed all in lace A candle is burning beside her And a veil covers her face It seems that she’s quietly sobbing As she’s done so often before “Come closer.” She turns toward you “I’ve been waiting.” She opens the door

You enter the lady’s chamber Feel as though stuck in a trance She reaches her arms towards you And pulls you into a dance You’re powerless to resist her As you sway across the floor And as you dance the music box plays And she sings the song once more

“I promise to love you for all of my days Promise to leave you never. Promise your heart and I’ll promise you mine. Forever and ever and ever.”

At the end of the song She’s beginning to cry As she does every night without fail She moves from your arms And turns to the mirror And slowly she raises the veil

She stands in perfect stillness Reflected in the glass The candlelight becomes her A vision from the past She is a true born beauty Blue eyes and auburn hair She slowly turns toward you But it seems she’s forgotten you’re there

She glides toward a photo Taken years long past A sepia coloured memento Of someone she loved to the last An image encased in silver That time could never erase Candlelight shifts the shadows But you recognize the face

Confusion floods your senses You feel as though lost in a dream Where everything is eventual Yet nothing as real as it seems Outside the rain begins falling Thunder rocks the skies Lighting snakes into the room And lands on the beautiful bride

Gone are the auburn tresses Replaced with shades of grey The alabaster skin Is showing the signs of decay She looks towards you and smiles Paper face with an uneven grin And as she reaches toward you The lightning flashes again

The longing in her eyes Sends you running for the door But you can’t escape the image Of the girl she was before Was it only a trick of the light That changed the recollection Of the beauty that called you closer Which was the true reflection?

Fear and sadness struggle As you stumble through the halls Down the spiral staircase Along the crooked walls The house is sighing around you And bids you a sad goodbye You push through the door To the garden And run out into the night

You run without direction And yet know every turn Every step that lay before you Every leaf and every fern When you come upon a gate Set deep inside the stones It offers you a welcome To the garden full of bones

The storm has lost its menace And the sky is gently weeping In the garden made of stone A hundred souls are sleeping As the clouds begin to thin And the moon begins to play Tombstones mark the place The dead show you the way

Angels look to heaven And tears run from their eyes Forgotten and forgetting In this garden of good-byes Countless songs of sadness And doubtless many more Entwined in simple phrases Ode to those who came before

The trees begin to whisper As she moves among the tombs The woman dressed in white Begins to sing the tune

She drifts among the sleepers Floating through the mist And beckons you toward her No power to resist The years have turned the clock Back to the time before And as she calls you closer You belong to her once more

You walk among the ruins Of lives and lovers past Through epitaphs and poetry The granite words held fast The bride has stopped beside a grave More scarred by time than most It’s not her name that’s etched in stone Don’t you see?

You were always the ghost.

*Epitaph* On the night of the storm An old woman died And they buried her under a tree Next to the lover she’d waited for And clung to faithfully

And on the stones Where they lay in repose A message divided in two Words to the song that she sung every night To the portrait of her groom

‘I promise to love you for all of my days Promise to leave you never’ ‘Promise your love and I’ll promise you mine Forever and ever and ever’ The End

*

*

Reflected in the glass

The candlelight becomes her

A vision from the past

She is a true born beauty

Blue eyes and auburn hair

She slowly turns toward you

But it seems she’s forgotten you’re there

*

She glides toward a photo

Taken years long past

A sepia coloured memento

Of someone she loved to the last

An image encased in silver

That time could never erase

Candlelight shifts the shadows

But you recognize the face

*

Confusion floods your senses

You feel as though lost in a dream

Where everything is eventual

Yet nothing as real as it seems

Outside the rain begins falling

Thunder rocks the skies

Lighting snakes into the room

And lands on the beautiful bride

*

Gone are the auburn tresses

Replaced with shades of grey

The alabaster skin

Is showing the signs of decay

She looks towards you and smiles

Paper face with an uneven grin

And as she reaches toward you

The lightning flashes again

*

The longing in her eyes

Sends you running for the door

But you can’t escape the image

Of the girl she was before

Was it only a trick of the light

That changed the recollection

Of the beauty that called you closer

Which was the true reflection?

*

Fear and sadness struggle

As you stumble through the halls

Down the spiral staircase

Along the crooked walls

The house is sighing around you

And bids you a sad goodbye

You push through the door

To the garden

And run out into the night

*

You run without direction

And yet know every turn

Every step that lay before you

Every leaf and every fern

When you come upon a gate

Set deep inside the stones

It offers you a welcome

To the garden full of bones

*

The storm has lost its menace

And the sky is gently weeping

In the garden made of stone

A hundred souls are sleeping

As the clouds begin to thin

And the moon begins to play

Tombstones mark the place

The dead show you the way

*

Angels look to heaven

And tears run from their eyes

Forgotten and forgetting

In this garden of good-byes

Countless songs of sadness

And doubtless many more

Entwined in simple phrases

Ode to those who came before

The trees begin to whisper

As she moves among the tombs

The woman dressed in white

Begins to sing the tune

*

She drifts among the sleepers

Floating through the mist

And beckons you toward her

No power to resist

The years have turned the clock

Back to the time before

And as she calls you closer

You belong to her once more

*

You walk among the ruins

Of lives and lovers past

Through epitaphs and poetry

The granite words held fast

The bride has stopped beside a grave

More scarred by time than most

It’s not her name that’s etched in stone

Don’t you see?

You were always the ghost.

*

On the night of the storm

An old woman died

And they buried her under a tree

Next to the lover she’d waited for

And clung to faithfully

And on the stones

Where they lay in repose

As she moves among the tombs

The woman dressed in white

Begins to sing the tune

*

She drifts among the sleepers

Floating through the mist

And beckons you toward her

No power to resist

The years have turned the clock

Back to the time before

And as she calls you closer

You belong to her once more

*

You walk among the ruins

Of lives and lovers past

Through epitaphs and poetry

The granite words held fast

The bride has stopped beside a grave

More scarred by time than most

It’s not her name that’s etched in stone

Don’t you see?

You were always the ghost.

*

On the night of the storm

An old woman died

And they buried her under a tree

Next to the lover she’d waited for

And clung to faithfully

And on the stones

Where they lay in repose

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