Haunted
Tiptoeing inside an entrance that held
unknown mysteries of a slain clan,
draped photographs flickered with
low-lit candelabras of Halloween eve.
I ran up the steps as my heels
cracked on through a nightfall's twirl ...
the moon quivering like a ghoul's shadow
while rotten windows banged!
And the door reeled of odor around walls,
sipping the pungent air that hindered
my echoes from squeaking heavily
among a pile of crushed leaves.
Interior bleakness brought more dread
as tendrils of red mould hanged on cobwebs
dripping like spurts of blood...alone,
I turned to leave: my skirt rushing away
from the ancient house and its eerie view.
Glancing at the ruined structure
from a distance, fallen grasses
seemed to blink: my disheveled hair
meshing on a ripped treat- o- trick basket
as I quickly escaped, panting
into the thick fog without a candle in the mist.
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