Hopscotch terror

CLR 2014
CLR 2014

 

Skip, skip, hop, hop,
she turned around on one foot
threw her pebble on six
the hop, hop, hopping followed;
heard a whisper, stopped transfixed,
then a long deep moan
she stood on both feet…forlorn
little child frozen on square five
not budging, terror took over her
dared not move her head,
just her eyes from side to side,
the moan grew louder, longer
her eyes just gawked…
she turned her head swiftly
to the right and THERE she saw it
from the dark basement window
it looked like a man…an old man
with long shoulder length white hair
he looked exactly like Ebenezer!
MOAN
GROAN
BEUHHHHHHHH!
She turned her four yr old body
and stode frozen, staring, tears streaming
down her chubby cheeks….
MOAN
GROAN
BEUHHHHHHHH!
And then she hurled t
he loudest piercing yowl!
the engineer on the oncoming train
must have heard the howl.
Grandmother came running down the stairs,
grabbed her by the shoulders
to shake her back to reality
shouting at the THING at the basement window
“Stop scaring the child like that, GrandPa!!”
then hugged the child close to her bosom,
whispering, Shshshshshshshshsh.

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/05/13
Submitted for: Mindlovemiserysmenagerie Prompt 55, Slowly dawning horror

2 thoughts on “Hopscotch terror”

    1. I was…my grandfather was a kidder but as young children, the joke was not quite understood. Once my sister and I went for a drive in the country. He stopped to walk briefly in the woods with us. As we came back he asked that we wait on the side of the road a moment…he then got in his car and gunned it, leaving my sister and I wailing!!…he backed up and chuckled and took us in his arms. Yep, a weird sense of humour. But we loved him to death!

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