Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Haunted Table

The Haunted Table

By May Kwek

It was a liveliest of gatherings that night
Everyone bore a fake smile
And we all laughed ever so cheerfully
And rolled our eyes all the while

But there was always a certain coldness
And the slightest hint of mistrust
Some when they saw each other
Turned either pale or blushed

Still we carried on and faked blindness
Were good friends for the world to see
In all appearances
A group of friends happy

But the chill seemed to grow ever stronger
And faint whispers of doom
Sent shivers down our spines and raised the hairs of our neck
As they danced about the room

Horrid memories seemed to arise
When we saw someone’s face
So we turned away and made believe
That we were in a different place

But when we were entered the dinning room
We could not run but only stare
For the cold formed ice on the table
And there was a ghost on each chair

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

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