That Which I Should Have Not Done

There it stood
Menacing and scary just as it had when she was a girl playing Ding, Dong, Ditch.
That was before.
That was before he came to the door and she lost her soul. 

Now here it was again like a boogeyman in the night, 
A nightmare upon awakening.
Except it was different after all these years. 
The construction had no doubt withstood much. Both weather and turmoil.
And the majesty it once held now faded. 

But there was something else.

Her arm reached out and at the end she saw a wrinkled hand, crepe paper skin marked with veins and brown spots. Arm covered in weathered lace. 

And then she saw the wreath. Dead flowers and a worn bow. The decay was unmistakable.
She knew then for certain what she already knew in her heart.