Haunted House
In far away desolate moor of the Scottish Highland,
I was driving fast on the road around the wetland.
The car got stuck in sticky mud, I couldn’t take it out,
I was in for trouble in the wilderness, I had no doubt.
But luckily I spotted a Victorian manor not very far,
before the nightfall I could hurriedly walk up there.
Its door I knocked, an old man let me in a room stale
that greeted me with smoke of dim lantern to inhale.
His curled lips quivered, faintly said, ”you’re hungry”,
and disappeared in the dark, closed the door swiftly,
didn’t return, I decided to explore, saw a streak of light
in a room where I found him stone still, sitting upright.
He clasped close a human skeleton with stretched arms,
said, “this is old, you’ll give me a new one with charms”.
Cold sweat rolled down my spine, shivering in the core,
I ran out of the haunted house through the back door.
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