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January 4, 2014
Upstairs, just along the corridor,
and second door on the right,
is a room no one is allowed to enter,
and has never seen any daylight.
Although there is a sash window,
and nets hang, more grey now than white,
it is blocked out by internal oak shutters,
padlocked, and causing a shivery fright.
From the ceiling flow sheets of spiders webs,
which have connected themselves to each wall,
in a decorative pattern, somewhat sinister,
seen through the crack in the door, from the hall.
A once palatial mahogany chase long,
resides under the window sill,
still covered in threadbare green velvet;
an heirloom from old Sanctus Mill.
A foreboding black, cast iron fireplace,
is the focal point of the room.
Two mortified mice lie in the grate,
completing this picture of gloom.
The door nevertheless intriguing;
through the crack, we’ve spied by torchlight
since children, along with visiting cousins,
and school friends, who stayed overnight.
What happened in here remains a mystery,
as no-one, courage, has managed to pluck,
and enter the room, just in case doing so,
brings them, a lifetime of unwanted bad luck.
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