In the house next to me, the woman who lived there died, and her son moved in. He was a great guy, but he had PTSD and related emotional problems. He used to keep his yard in immaculate condition, until one day he disappeared. Recently I was told that he died in the same house, and the house was offered up for sale at a pittance. I attended a walk through, and was shocked at the state of disrepair.
I had speculated that he may have committed suicide in his garage, though I have no definitive information concerning the actual cause of his death.
I don’t believe in ghosts, but from time to time I swear I can hear his huskies howling from the backyard, even though they have been gone for some time.
I enter this as part of a small series dedicated to my neighbor, and friend that passed away. His name is Henry.
Henry’s House is haunted
this the neighbors say
His well kept yard immaculate
until he passed away
Henry’s House is vacant
inside is no one
An echo of his private hell
Where even field mice shun
As I walk in silence
Strangely painted rooms
are eerily reminiscent
of filthy little tombs
Outside brand new siding
roofing tiles applied
clean windows installed recently
not long before he died
Inside broken plumbing
pipes that leak and spot
Ceilings sagging perilously
Over floors that rot
What was Henry thinking
White walls flecked with red
and the décor is atrocious
even for the dead
Yes, I feel quite ghoulish
Walking through his home
Staring into his misery
Where no one should roam
The house is up for sale
it’s lot next to mine
it won’t be on the market long
just tell me where to sign
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