Ghostly Dare
The wrought iron gate creaked open with the push of my hand
My nerves shook, my heart thumped, it was hard for me to stand
But a dare is a dare and with my new digital camera ready
I took tiny steps toward that haunted house, unsure unsteady
The old house looked so eerie, it sure seemed super scary
Stepping up the old pine steps, my knees shaking, I am wary
Stories of days of old, the boy, the girl, and the old stepmom
The thunderous night, the howl of the wind, heart be calm
It was said one night that the papa went frightfully insane,
Lashing out, he inflicted fear, with screaming rage and pain.
Oh the house was beyond repair that night the ghosts moved in.
There was no one to tend the gardens, there was no next of kin.
The three lonely ghost roam freely each and every night
Looking for answers to questions of their painful fright
The house since abandoned, certain nights it has shook
Fears of the deadly horrors that the three martyrs took
With my camera ready, I sat there in a candlelit room
Hoping for an image that may expose their chilling doom
I saw the lady, and the children, I snapped a picture then fled
Arriving home, no one would believe, for my batteries were dead.
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Ct Duet | Year Posted 2014
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