Haunted House
There’s an abandoned house down the lane
A dark place that no one ever dares to enter through
It’s been said that all who lived there went insane
So they shut it down, yet it holds an evil way of staring at you
You might here the creaking of large iron doors
As evil lurks beyond the gates, hatred is its score
Only the bravest of men should dare enter its lure
Even those will be screaming "I don't want any more"
The windows reflect red piercing eyes that look deep within your soul
Seeing the fear that runs a chill through your bones
Because you know the history that this house dwells
A gateway people say leads to the depths of hell
The house is the epitome of what is evil
A living, breathing entity of which is hate
A deep darkness, a fear that this is real
Kills all that enter here, meeting their fate
Last Halloween night, one person was dared to go in
So he walked over to the door and turned to look at his friends where they stood
Then suddenly the door violently opened wide and something grabbed him
Ever since then they see him as a decaying ghost that roams around the neighborhood
Created by: Gail Doyle and Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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