The Man with the Cloven Feet (Short Story)

“lets go break into the old abandoned house” Laura had suggested.
“Yeah!” aggreed Amanda.
“Guys, that’s tresspassing.” It was always me left to be the mature one. Possibly because I was twenty and they were both sixteen. But hey, they were my best friends.

The house was covered by trees. Fields surrounded for miles. It was an old farmhouse from the 1800s.
I kicked the front door in. Nobody had lived here for decades.
“The original owner of this house went insane and killed his wife” Laura whispered to me.
“Yeah? Probably because of all the dirt”.
Suddenly we heard a crash and turned in an instant.
“God Amandam be careful!” Laura declared.
“Sorry, there’s no light in here and the windows are boarded up!”
“Well then keep up so you can use the light off my phone with us.”

We walked through the small hallway into the first and only room on the right. It was a living room.
The floor was covered in newspaper. There were rosary beads and a picture of Jesus Christ on the mantelpiece.
“Man hangs himself in ‘haunted house.'”
“What?”Laura asked me.
“It’s the headline in a paper. Look, it’s this house!”
“That’s weird.”

We walked through all the rooms. They were similar to the living room. Old, ran down furniture and antiques covered the rooms along with pictures or the Lord Jesus.
“Lets head out” suggested Amanda. “It’s getting boring.”
We turned to leave but as we reached the front door a breeze blew it shut. I tried to open it.
“It won’t open!” I twisted the handle and tried harder. I eventually resorted to kicking which had no success.
“Keep trying!” Urgency sounded in Amanda’s voice.
Suddenly a crash came from behind us, we turned in a hurry to see what it was. Amanda walked over to see.
“It’s a picture of Jesus. Must have fallen off the wall with the wind.”
“Guys, the door won’t budge,” I informed them.
“Go away Colm” whispered Amanda. “It’s not funny.”
“What?” I asked. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You’re poking me.”
“No I’m not!”

“Guys, shush!”
“What’s wrong Laura?”
“I’m not sure Colm, but I thought I heard someone tell us to get out. Someone must be here.”
“Oh crap, let’s get out of here!Door won’t move, lets try get out one of the boarded up windows.”

We went back into the first room on the right.
We turned in a hurry,
“Guys the door just slammed shut!”
Suddenly warmth struck me. Turning I saw there was now a fire in the fireplace.
“Uh, was that always there?” I asked.
“Oh shit, guys I don’t like this at all.” Laura was truly scared.
I tried kicking down the window but it wouldn’t budge.
Suddenly I heard laughter. Deep, manly laughter. We all turned to the door where there stood a shadowy fiqure.
“What are you doing in my home?” The dark, mysterious man asked.
“We, we’re sorry, we thought this place was abandoned” Laura apologised.
“Why no, this has been my home for almost two hundred years. It’s not abandoned.”
The three of us looked at each other and backed up against the furthest wall but the man stepped nearer.
“What do you mean?” I inquired. “You’re two hundred years old?”
The man chuckled a deep, sarcastic laugh.
I looked to his shoes and noticed he wasn’t wearing any. Instead he had cloves for feet.
I nudged Laura and showed her. She screamed but the man just laughed more.
Then, in the blink of an eye the man burst into flames and walked out the door whistling.

The three of us stayed in the room shivering, terrified.
“What just happened?” Laura asked.
The fire had now gone out, or was it ever lighting.
“Did we imagine it?” I asked. There was no proof anywhere of the events that had just occured.
“No way. How could the three of us envision the same thing?”
I couldn’t answer Amandas question, but neither could any of us.
The three of us walked out the door, and there was the front door, left open. The way we left it when we first entered. We looked at each other.
“We don’t speak of this to anyone okay?” I suggested.
“Deal” the two girls responded in unision.
We walked out the front door, back into the warm sun.

All Hallow’s Eve

Dressing up and acting out,
Like someone else, being loud.
Escape it all, for just one night.
Little children, getting a fright.

But to dress up and be someone else.
What a shame it’s for just one night.
Leave this world and it all behind,
To change lives and be someone else.

But it is only now,
Yet that’s better than never.
Then I’m back to myself,
And that’s forever.

That Man, Not Me.

I know of a man who has trouble sleeping,
Oh no, ’tis not I. For I am happy.
But ’tis a man who worries a lot.
A man who is alone every night,
And every day.
But every time I am near he is not alone.
For I see him with many, so why does this man,
Complain of loneliness? Is he looking for atention?
He has many friends, so why does he say he has none?

I guess I shall never know.

Sorry everyone

Hi guys, I’m sorry I haven’t posted in so long.
I suffered a concussion and nerve damage while playing a soccer match a few weeks ago and missed around 2 weeks of college because of it. I’ve been doing my best to catch up but unfortunately that means I haven’t been able to post here as much as I would like. I’ve an essay due for Friday week for English along with two physics assignments, so after next week I should be able to go back to posting everyday or near enough to it! I’m very sorry guys.
Hope ya’ll have been keeping well!

Am I Blind

I admire the beauty of her back,
As I’m watching it move further away.
My sweaty palms struggle to lock the door after her.
Turning back to go inside, I hear her voice.
But it is not her, only her memory,
Which I know I cannot rid.

Should I apologise? My pathetic eyes, getting sick.
There is a chance I am blind, but to see this,
Oh I wish I was blind. I wish she were not so blind,
It is her who I have only ever had dreams of.
But oh, how cruel Fate is, giving, and taking.
And tempting, but not giving.

But I shall not dwell no more,
Or no more than any man should.

Halloween Decorations

Hi guys, so I’m going to take a break from my usual type stuff for a moment and ask if any of you guys have any good idea for cheap Halloween decorations?
I absolutely LOVE Halloween, almost as much as Christmas, but I’m also a student with little to no money.

I was wondering if you knew of any DIY decorations I could try make or anything. Preferably out of something like beer bottles (there’s loads of those in our house, but I don’t drink) or other stuff I could find in a house being rented by college student.
Thanks guys 😀


The man who laid his girl to rest,
Had scars engraved across his chest,
Has come and gone within a day,
But so with love, now he may lay.

The angst and fear of this daylight,
Is going to leave as we enter night.
The man who laid his girl to rest,
Had scars engreaved across his chest.

With scars engraved across her chest,
The girl will lay her dad to rest.