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While on a tour across the moor of the Scottish highland, 
one summer noon I stopped by a grand Victorian house. 
Curious, I entered silently through the half-closed door, 
in the half-dark room a pile of antiques I could see . 

In the eerie stillness before I could call out, “anybody in”, 
the creaking wooden door closed sharply behind me. 
In the alarmed mind I pressed the panic button within, 
for with all the doors closed the way out I couldn’t find. 

As I shivered with the creepy feeling of being trapped, 
saw a faint figure approach through the misty hallway,
as if floating on thin air he came into the sinister room, 
I saw his scalded deformed face before he turned it away. 

As he came near I wailed scared, “please open the door”, 
Icy eyes looked at me, but a single word he didn’t utter. 
How he opened so softly the heavy door I didn’t know, 
I rushed out in a breath outside in the flood of sunlight.  

In nearby village I queried about the man living in that house,
nobody saw any hint of life coming from the house of the dead, 
for in the outhouse fire that took a very long time to dowse, 
the lone caretaker was burnt to death some two years ago.

February 13, 2021
Contest : Ghost
Sponsor : Julia Ward

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