Haunted House

We suspect the house is haunted by ghosts, Who welcome guests to stay with them as hosts. They love it when you come and play along, To their creepy charade, and karaoke song. The sound effects are dialed-up on cue, To respond to whatever you may ensue. Floorboards creak without footfalls. A plate untouched, slips, topples and falls. Whispers whistle in trees devoid of breeze. Doors creak and bang shut with ease. The clock ticks out of sync and slows, As you watch it pulse in ebbs and flows. You hear footsteps creeping up to you, You look back to see the floor's askew. The house is rocking from side to side, It's the ghosts laughing, enjoying the joyride.