Nightshade--A horror story poem (it is Halloween)

Nightshade

Walking up to that darkened mansion,

brass gargoyles knockers on the door.

She lived and died here,

 over one hundred years inside its gloom.,

Now passed, at last, she’s here no more.

Bitter and hateful, all her miserable life,

a miser self-absorbed recluse.

No one else left to bequest this dreadful house.

I am her last living relative,

so it is now mine.

For evermore

The house is dark and air is dank.

The centuries trapped inside its stale world

I walk up to her bedroom door,

expecting to find her still inside.

It opens with a stiff, creaking door.

The gloom as dark as night no light

only old shadows, not yet faded.

Fear fills me, the drapes I open wide.

Daylight streams inside.

Dust particle over a century old,

suspend in the windows sunlight rays.

Upon her bed she spent her last decade.

On the pillow the indent of her head.

My heart is filled with fear and dread.

I can feel her eyes on me telling me to leave.

No dank odors pervade in her room.

No stale foul air trapped within.

I recognize the fragrance growing stronger.

The sweet heady perfume that she always wore,

it was Nightshade with an odor as fresh as sin.

A shiver crept up my spine in my recognition.

As the Nightshades perfumed air reached me

,

once again, I became a little boy.

So afraid, no not afraid, but terrified of her.

Nightfall's shadows covered the gloom in the house.

Closing the bedroom door, I go to bed.

Fearful of the memories,

that still lived, inside that house of dread.

I hate every brick in this cursed place

I know, not as much as it hates me.

Sleep is troubled and full of ghostly dreams

She is here in them calling to me.

The nighttime slumber ends abruptly.

The perfumed air, it chokes me

Coughing and sneezing I wake up,

Familiar and malevolent 

it is Nightshade, strong as it can be.

I hear someone singing softly, in her room,

a pained and mournful melody.

Then the sound of footsteps walking round.

She is calling me by name

“Come to me, come inside, come here

my darling boy, see what grandmas

Has for you come in- come in my door"

My legs are weak and terror waves

I know her cruel taunting voice of old

But I have no will  ,my legs they are taking me there.

My fear its tearing in my chest my body icy cold.

Unable to resist I reach her bedroom door.

I open up the crystal knob,

that is the handle of her door.

It opens.

At her dressing table I see her

Long grey hair, witch like, almost to the floor

Her fingers like a skeleton, long and thin.

Dark red lips on a pallor white face,

Her thin lips in a sardonic, ghostly smile.

She has her perfume in her hand,

spraying Nightshade on her hair.

The smell of nightshade fills my soul

As I am pulled even closer to her dreadful face.

"Give your Grannie a big kiss nephew

you have been away far to long."

She pulls me to her face in a firm embrace

Kissing my mouth

Her foul breath on my face

Pains overtake my chest, no air,

I cannot breath I am dying.

My heart it fails, as I fall to floor

I see my body lying there.

My life it is no more

At night we walk the place together

Hand in hand

Two ghostly ghouls

Hear our footsteps on the floor.

Perfumed Nightshade fragrance,

for evermore.

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