They came at dusk, all laughing, loud—
A family wrapped in flesh and proud.
The house had waited, boards all bare,
Its windows wide like eyes that stare.

The youngest touched the rusted gate,
It sang a note that bent their fate.
Inside, the air was thick with dust,
And something breathing in the crust.

The walls were wrong. They pulsed, they sighed.
The staircase moaned like something died.
The lights went out. The floor grew teeth.
It chewed the dog. It drank beneath.

They ran, but doors had changed their minds.
The knobs were tongues. The locks were spines.
The father screamed, “It’s just a dream!”
The house replied, “Then why the steam?”

It boiled the mother in the bath.
It split the child with quiet wrath.
The eldest begged, “Please let me go!”
The house said, “I don’t think so.”

Now every night, it hums and waits—
Its belly full, its hunger great.
It swallowed light, it swallowed fun.
It swallowed God.
It swallowed sun..

Writers note; I hope you enjoyed this poem. I love to write the ones that scare. The poems that keep you reading. Thank you for taking the time.