House on a Lake

The House on a Lake is a creepy little Halloween poem written by Mark Newton. It’s about a young boy who is deathly afraid of the monster that lives under his bed.

The House On A Lake

This is a story that will keep you awake,
About a boy and his father and a house on a lake.
The house on the lake was eerie and cold
With a secret within, until now never told.

The little boy’s name is Arthur Pale
And he is the subject of this horrible tale.

As Arthur got ready for bed that first night,
He felt in his bones something wasn’t quite right.
So he climbed into bed and lay very still.
Then he heard a strange sound that made him feel ill.

He lay in his bed too scared even to scream,
Hoping the whole thing was only a dream.
Then from beneath his bed came a noise.
A noise that would frighten the bravest of boys.

“I am the Saurus and this is my bed.
Any that slept here have ended up dead.
If you want me to eat you, then of course you can stay.
If you want to live longer, then run far away.”

Arthur screamed out, “Daddy come quick!”
His father rushed in fearing Arthur was sick.
“There’s a monster under my bed,” the boy cried.
His father, half-smiling, looked at Arthur and sighed.

“There aren’t any monsters living under your bed
It’s just your imagination from somthing you’ve read
So go back to sleep as it’s a quarter past one.
You’ll be grumpy tomorrow and that won’t be fun.”

Arthur wasn’t consumed by the monster that night.
He woke the next day trusting his father was right.
It was all just a dream, as his father had said,
So he pulled back the duvet and jumped out of bed.

Arthur played in the garden for five hours or more.
He played hide-and-seek with his friend from next door.
The boys played all day until the sun left the sky.
It was now getting quite late so the friend said goodbye.

Arthur went straight to bed and fell asleep right away,
Exhausted by the hours of vigorous play.
But soon, he awoke with a chill in his bones,
Fearing the worst, he was no longer alone

Wasting no time, he cried out in fear,
Praying his father was able to hear.
In a matter of seconds he was there in the room,
Saving his son from imminent doom.

His father said, “Arthur you really must rest.
You’ve got school in the morning and a numeracy test.
There aren’t any monsters, they’re just tricks of the light.
And he gave him a hug and he kissed him goodnight.

Again came the Saurus from under the bed.
“You did not take heed to the warning,” he said.
“If you’re still here tomorrow, I’ll eat you without fail,
And no one will see you again, Arthur Pale.”

In the morning poor Arthur was in total despair.
He was going to be eaten and that didn’t seem fair.
He must make his father believe in his plight,
That the Saurus might eat him that very same night.

Again, Arthur’s father showed little concern,
Not knowing the terrible lesson he’d learn.
Instead he told Arthur not to fuss anymore,
That there weren’t any monsters and of that he was sure.

After refusing to sleep in his bed
Arthur slept in the chair by the fire instead
This was the last time Mr Pale saw his son,
When he put him to bed at a quarter past one.

When Arthur lay sleeping, the Saurus arose.
He ate the poor boy from his head to his toes.
As with children before, he ate Arthur’s coat,
An action explained in the note that he wrote.

“Dear Father, I’m writing this note to explain
That I’ve taken my coat cos it’s pouring with rain.
I’ll be gone for a while, but please don’t be sad.
Just try to remember the good times we had.

I tried to explain, but despite all my trying,
You did not believe me, you thought I was lying
The monsters are real, they are not in my head.
They live in my room and they’re under my bed.

In closing, the Saurus signed Arthur’s name,
Then slipped back under his bed once again.
He knew as he picked his teeth, before long,
Mr Pale soon would enter to find his son gone.

When Mr Pale came in the next morning,
He discovered his son had gone without warning.
After reading the note, he cried, “Oh what have I done?
I wish I had listened to my poor, troubled son.”

He waited for Arthur till fifty years passed.
In that house, all alone, Mr Pale breathed his last.
In a chair by the fire they found the boy’s father
With a note that read simply, “Come back soon Arthur”.

The house stood for years, undisturbed and forgotten.
Like the secret it kept, the woodwork was rotten.
Then one day as the north wind blew fierce and cold
There appeared in the garden a sign that said, “SOLD”.

This is a story that will keep you awake,
About a girl and her mother and a house on a lake.
The house on the lake was eerie and cold
with a secret within, until now never told.

Comments

  1. mark newton1 says

    Couldn’t have put it better myself! Thanks “shadow of darkness”
    I’m glad you all like the story.
    It’s currently being performed at the Melbourne fringe festival!
    That’s pretty cool!
    I will get it animated one day.
    Thanks again for your kind reviews.
    Take care and don’t look under the bed?
    Mark Newton. X

  2. Shadow_of_Darkness says

    Because it’s like an endless loop. AFter the father and son die, a mother moves in with her daughter and the same thing happens.

  3. DevynLeAnn says

    Why at the end does it say mother and daughter instead of father and son? I don’t get it

  4. Haley says

    Got a real creepy story to tell just dont be afraid of the dark..
    This happend Saturday when i was driving home with my friend and we drove past a graveyard and my friend tapped me as we pasted it i looked to her and she was in shock she said ” i saw something.” i asked her “what did you see?” She said “i saw a bunch of ghosts gathered around something thing and it was glowing like neon kinda.” after that i was creeped out that i live near that graveyard that might as well be called haunted. I still don’t know what she saw that night… i can only continue to wonder..

  5. Mole.D.Cheese says

    I dont really enjoy reading poems but this one was really good and scary.

  6. blujayNina says

    This is a sad story. But how foolish can the father be? Does’nt he trust his own son? But the story was cool. Is the person who wrote this a real poet. The ryhmes were good.

  7. lacole luv99 says

    that parent needs to read the rules of surviving a horror movie!The rule says:never think the child is making things up,BELIEVE THEM!Anyway that was a very interesting one and you are a true poet!

  8. Dead Girl XXx says

    This poem rocks! :O And finally its a new post! :V SFK i hope u post more, and soon :D I almost died waiting! XD

  9. Dreymon says

    Sounds really cool. i like the cyclical ending because its true that people don’t learn and often just keep making the same kind of mistakes.

    Good story

  10. scary lady says

    OMG YAYYYYY!!! new story XD u guys need to post more btw i got some very scary experiences to share wit yhu people
    may 20- doin my make up while listenin to music wit earbuds nd i was in my room ( i hav a mirror in thr) nd had tv on and tv went to static and my ipod screamed thn it went bak to music nd tv bak to normal scary poop
    may 23- my b-dayyy!!! woke up at 5:03 (exactly a minute before i was born 16 yrs ago) i heard someone whisper happy bday nd no one else was awake
    today- alone wit my big bros frend (bro was in shower) nd he starts singin boyfriend by jb lmao

  11. gareebet says

    So, nothing to make you wonder about it. No murder with a hidden killer, or a riddle. No mystery at all.

  12. XxdeliciosscreamsxX says

    A NEW STORY!!!!! thnx sfk, wow this guy is a true poet, i wonder if hes related to edgar allen poe :P

  13. xAmyRosex says

    @EccentricSquirrel LOL thats how i felt too. i read all the recent posts and there hasn’t been one for a while!!! xP so yea…

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