Ghostly Dare

The wrought iron gate creaked open with the push of my hand My nerves shook, my heart thumped, it was hard for me to stand But a dare is a dare and with my new digital camera ready I took tiny steps toward that haunted house, unsure unsteady The old house looked so eerie, it sure seemed super scary Stepping up the old pine steps, my knees shaking, I am wary Stories of days of old, the boy, the girl, and the old stepmom The thunderous night, the howl of the wind, heart be calm It was said one night that the papa went frightfully insane, Lashing out, he inflicted fear, with screaming rage and pain. Oh the house was beyond repair that night the ghosts moved in. There was no one to tend the gardens, there was no next of kin. The three lonely ghost roam freely each and every night Looking for answers to questions of their painful fright The house since abandoned, certain nights it has shook Fears of the deadly horrors that the three martyrs took With my camera ready, I sat there in a candlelit room Hoping for an image that may expose their chilling doom I saw the lady, and the children, I snapped a picture then fled Arriving home, no one would believe, for my batteries were dead.