Creating a Whisper of a Wisp

Little feet sleepwalk on the hardwood floor between worlds creating a whisper of a wisp as they run. Childhood laughter hides in every corner haunting me. How I would die to see them again. How I would give my soul to see them whole.

The door opened creaking on its hinges to nothingness on the other side.

A black void of silence.

Face to face with this lore that has haunted me since my mother disappeared, I swallowed back my fear prepared to take a step inside, but hands as twisted as shadows pulled me in.

Spin Me a Conundrum

Spin me a conundrum

A question of sanity on a thread

Twining in my nightmares

Twisted moods of dread

Motives complicating

The answers nowhere near

Driving touch of lunacy

To make the Game of Fear