Chimera

This house on the beach
holds level upon level.
Each more forbidden than the last.
The towns people tell stories of what haunts.
Naturally, the family ignores it.
(But keeps it in a special place
in the back of their minds.)
Paintings vanish, doors open and close.
“We are not alone”
I tried to tell them, convince them it was true.
That’s when we all caught a glimpse.
The ghost of a young female,
decapitated by society’s will for perfection.
Her red eyes lusting for precision.
Prior to my final demise, I look sympathetically into them.
My nightmare is hers.
Wake up.