Haunted House
I walked in through the creaking door
Blood stains on the hardwood floor
I followed bloody footprints up the stairs
I knew that I had best beware
The house stood empty for twenty years
No one dared enter due to the fears
Of murderous incidents that occurred therein
It was dubbed in town the house of sin
I knew not who had done the deed
But my soul inside had this burning need
To search the house for evidence
The cold that passed through me made me wince
From atop the stairs, I looked down below
Poltergeists in life-form put on a show
The horror that took place was no longer a mystery
I saw my wife stabbing and killing me
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