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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I was a wayward traveler on Interstate 15 (I-15) near Mexico Traveling at night–Creepy,spooky, eerie on US border in San Diego County Tired and sleepy I looked for lodgings, shelter didn't know where to go Passing motels and hotels stop at this gray and gloomy mansion bounty Looked abandoned and lifeless looked gray and gloomy Lot of spaces looked real roomy, traveling at night–Creepy,spooky One Night In A Haunted Manor, Scared but needed a place to rest so it didn't matter; Caretaker looked like an undertaker said the manor was haunted Nestled within sunny San Diego's “Old Town” One of the world's most enduring haunted house legends around Built in 1857 by Thomas Whaley Manor, the brick house occupies haunted Gray gloomy mansion windows all boarded up AS if what was inside was too terrible to see Looked as if someone had tried to stop something horrible from getting out ooh wee! One Night In A Haunted Manor, Scared but needed a place to rest so it didn't matter; Looked abandoned and lifeless looked gray and gloomy Lot of spaces looked real roomy, traveling at night–Creepy,spooky A spot where Yankee Jim Robinson was publicly hanged years earlier By a man who died there hung on a chandelier I heard whispers of the long-dead children echoed with the sound of footsteps That were coming from nowhere I am weary nervous, upset Red liquid substance coming from the faucet spouts Screaming windows screeching doors shouts 1/22/19 One Night In A Haunted Manor Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin Rhyme poetry form only.
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