Haunted Home
Built for a priest in the twenties
moved up from the ground
my house traveled across the road and was bound
with a cold basement as cool as the breeze.
A deacon or priest,
may reside in my home
their spirit must roam
apart from the newly deceased.
Maybe it's real
maybe it's not
maybe a ghost resides on this lot
the basement gives off an eerie feel.
There's only one way to know
but I'm a bit scared
but no ghost has ever dared
to go
where the cool breeze doesn't blow.
2nd place in the "haunted" contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Copyright © Starlight Matis | Year Posted 2019
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