Disappearances

We’re in an old Victorian house

There are several people but they’re in the background

We are visitors

There’s a brooding storm outside

The House wails as the wind blows through

The color is a depressive blue duotone

They tell us it’s haunted

The house?

The town?

There’s a knock at the door!

Don’t answer it they say

As a figure heads to the door

I see only flannel shirt, long hair and jeans

It seems to be a door to the cellar

Don’t open it they shout as she twists the knob

She pokes her head through

Curious Stella slips between her legs

Down a dark spiral staircase

It’s twisting, can’t see the bottom

I grip the center column

Try to stop the spinning

With a bit of struggle it does

I jump to the bottom

Stella’s gone

Not a sound nothing

Just a faint shadow from a light or a window in the foreground

I wake,

My hands feel as if I have been gripping something very tight.

Strangely enough Maja had a dream the same night

Similar theme

Stella disappeared

and we couldn’t get her back