I hope you enjoy the chills herein. Every time I pass an empty city lot that still has a few remnants of its occupants, my mind runs wild.
One cold day in the center of town
I drove down an empty street
full of old, uncared for houses all around
until I came to an empty, overgrown lot
A stealthy inner voice said Look it over,
the sprawling bushes are hiding a lot.
I got out of the car
and walked up a driveway that led to nothing
but the slab of a garage floor.
I saw a narrow sidewalk,
but it led to a half sunk porch
in front of a rotten piece of door.
Thats when I heard the music sung
by thin voices that seemed far away
or were they?
There was one huge tree
with a strong distinctive side branch
that I hadnt noticed before.
A loud voice in my head
said just a FEW steps more…
And thats when the singing became loud
as I came around the tree
and I saw three wisps of translucent children playing
with something that looked like rope, dangling free.
They sang off key
in strident voices three
Drag him over here Harry
and Ill get the horse.
Weve got a hangin to do.
That dogs showin no remorse.
I froze where I stood
but wrenched my eyes down the road.
Not a soul was around
I was… almost? completely alone.
And then the vision had changed
to three children and a swing
and with sweet voices I could still hear them sing.
And in one move they all looked through me
laughed, then returned to their play.
And I visibly shivered
and looked down with a groan
for I saw no more soft flesh,
only aged and clean bone.