The Forbidden Cupboard

I've been told it's a forbidden cupboard-- A closet of old--white linen covered.. I'm really curious about the thing-- Its contents--and the Peril that could bring.. Surely, I'd hate to know there were Ghosts Or Vampires that quench their thirst on the hosts; Beasts of prey Or Pirates that sing (The idea of a ship doesnt fit this listing) What other people might be there, That wait upon to give me a scare: What's within, I need to find-- It's thought-provoking--troubles my mind... A headless Ghoul, some creepy Creep (Or a lovely Maiden, with her sheep-- I'd be glad to meet her for sure..) Thus thinking, I pass-by a door...: Behind this, stands the Forbidden Cupboard, Now if I open it to see, would I find a leopard! So be it--my mind's made--I enter the room: Making for that thing there, Pushing aside a broom, I uncover it, with a single jerk, unfasten it's latch.. But to pull it open now, I find fears to match... There's a creeking in the room And the brushing-aside of a broom... The thought of Death enters the mind-- I feel now a presence from behind...