Haunted
While checking out a supposedly haunted house
I made my way down into a crypt-like cellar.
All I could hear was the scurrying of a mouse,
but it felt spooky, as though the shadows had eyes.
And I wasn't so sure my being here was wise,
this decrepit old house might still have a dweller.
All the other kids warned me to stay far away,
vehemently swearing screams were heard late at night.
I thought I'd be safe in the middle of the day,
but I can sense an evil presence lurking here.
And my pounding heart's pumping fast, fueled by fear
as I run and don't stop till it's well out of sight.
(Rhyme)
3/30/2018
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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