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100th post on my blog (HORROR)



So here is our 100th post..... 
Everytime I keep on trying something new, so I thought to try out my favourite topic thriller in poetry.......
So, from now on every 50th post will be a thriller one.......
Be sure to check out.......

I was tired of the work at office that day,
I came home with a fatigue, I must say.

My sister offered me a glass of water,
I sat on the couch and accepted her offer.

I asked her how was her day,
She said, "all good you continue your work anyway".

I went to my room and thought to take a nap,
But my incomplete work kept me awake.

I was working for a while I heard a music note,
It was my sister who was playing the piano I thought.

I loved the rhythm she was playing,
With the lovely music I continued working.

In a lapse of time I completed my work,
To know the time I looked at the clock.

It was for past two hours that I have worked,
The music had somehow in a strange way stopped.

I went to the hall where the piano was kept,
There was no one there now I did suspect.

I went to my sister's room she was asleep,
Who was playing the piano so unique.

I was wondering all this, when all at once,
A bit of terror had captured my eloquence.

I went to the hall to check who was there,
To my surprise no was to be found there.
 
I thought my sister has pranked on me,
But how can someone play the piano and sleep so quick.

I was about to leave when I saw a doll,
Lying by the side of the piano in the hall.

I picked it up from the floor,
And started walking towards the door.

I picked it up, the lights flickered,
The footsteps of someone coming I heard.

I saw a shadow behind me,
In the dim lights of the room I could see.

The shadow elongated towards me near,
I couldn't utter a word out of fear.

I rushed out of the room and banged the door close,
And sat down sweating with a terror in the house.

Then suddenly I noticed blood on the floor 
Even blood was there on my clothes.

I quickly threw away the doll,
Was the blood from the doll???

------- RAJALAXMI BEHERA

Hey viewers, how are you all!!!
I hope everyone is doing well.
So here's today's poem, hope you all like it.
So, if you like it, please don't forget to drop a comment and share it.
Don't forget to check out tomorrow's poem, there's something special everyday.......
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Till then bye.......

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