holiday house

there was once an old house just over the hill
with walls made of pure pine's wood
dawn smelled there of jasmine and lavender
with windows never opened and curtains always closed

some families used to rent it over for the summer time
childish laugh echoing over the many valleys
surrounding the building and many other of its grounds
the villagers claimed it to be a bad omen though
and never even looked towards it without any trace of fright
in their pale with age eyes

a woman clad only in her stockings was said to be once seen there
picking up the flowers and laughing madly with silver tears
rolling down her bony cheeks
a few armored men fighting over something brokenly calling
various names in vain crying heart-wrenchingly a month later
a child looking for someone long forgotten not being able to
utter even just a word next year

people saw families never return to the town
legends grew slowly into facts polls and statistics
summers came and went away slowly
but there were always new pairs ready for an adventure
getting their fix of adrenaline and blissful animalistic fear

madness was the name of the greatest thing available there
and the crowd shushed each individual having any doubts
about leading newcomers straight up the hill
each suitcase so heavy with clothes and unused yet toys

for there were tones of gold offered by each odd writer looking currently for inspiration
millions of pearls spilling down the hands of another lonely baronetess
lucky charms casted by a desperate for some place single mother
or just another good fuck a maiden could offer

the house was said to belong to a clan of murderers
with the eldest son being the worst
smiles sweetened the stories though
and calloused hands helped with the baggage all the way up
the many unexpected windings of its stairs

the house was burned to the ground this spring
someone mentioned an arsonist stricken mad with grief
and so the tale lives on based only on a few whispered frantically words

for the ghosts don't exist and yet the madness in some way did

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