Crest Wood
The fog is deep down in the hollow
The mansion rests where know one will follow
It"s widows walk now decrepit and rotten
For a homeless girl it seems like a nice place to be forgotten
She walks up to the creepy place
With no expression on her dirty face
As the wind whistles a howling sound
She opens the door not knowing what would be found
The mansion is dark but brightened by the moon
She had heard all the stories but to her they all where untrue
With no where left to go she would find out soon
How the family that once lived there
But had vanished one night heard to be taken by the air
Tails of vengeance and deceit,that led to there disappearance
Or had they been eaten for meat
None of these whims scared her for the place to her seemed so sweet
A child"s base ball begins to roll slowly down the stares the fear then consumes her
As her ears hear all the tears
Voices begin to urge her to leave
She starts to shake as the floor beneath her starts to quake
She falls to the floor lifeless in fear
Crest Wood Manor claims another life this year
Written By Author Joseph Adam Burchett 1/26/12
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