dragged under!

Across the moors

Under his door,

The bedroom, she comes;

A thick blanket of smoke.

Arising above the bed

Cold, heavy the cloud

She surrounds, engulfs;

She gropes.

Terrified, outstretched

Hands of brooding mist

With bony fingers

Grabs both ankles, tightly.

Like shackles her grip

She pulls him off the bed

Onto the splintered floor;

Heavy are the chains.

In horror, he digs in;

His nails break across  

The wooden floor

Now curdling blood red.

But,alas too late.

Dragged screaming

Under the door

He's gone...... no-more. 

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Spooky! You do seem to like dark fantasy like tales Andrew. Poor chap dragged out of his bed by the 'demands' of a woman! If she wanted a shag she only had to say so lol. Nice canter of a tale.

[andrew mitchell]

Yes some women are so demanding! lol