Haunted House, Haunted Cemetary or Haunted Woods 16 Lines of Rhyme Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin.
I don't see anything on cable, so I sit down at the table - another night alone I think. I guess I'll have another drink. What? The doorbell rings, and there some ghostly figures then declare, "we're your regrets to haunt, alright?", as more and more, they came all night. "Make yourselves some highballs and drink them to your eyeballs (even ol' Ebenezer Scrooge lacked an entourage this huge.) It's crowded here. Move just a smidge. You'll find the drinks are in the fridge. I'd love to sit and talk, but instead. you settle in. I'm going to bed."
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