Stopped by an old town
To fuel up my car
Surrounded by cane fields
A figure stared from far

Almost at nightfall
Passing by the wrenched dummy
A sudden chill up my spine
Gave grumbles in my tummy

No ones around
The shack looked deserted
The figure lifted its head
But fell, as if beheaded

I screamed with a cracking voice
And sped up my car quickly
My car drove back to the same spot
Going in rounds basically

This went on till the break of dawn
While the figure gave me a meek smile
A pair of rolled up eyes
Looked through me, from a quite mile

A wink from the torn eyes
That's all I can recall
Ripped clothes, nailed to a post
Certainly it was a drastic call

People say, it's a haunted shack
Never travel alone at night
The dummy would get you
And you'll lose your sight...


©sim