Haunted House
My mother and I sat on the porch,
Talking and laughing,
I heard a sound,
This made my heart pound.
I sat frozen and still,
Like I had been loaded to a fill,
My mother asked to know what had happened,
I told her I heard a terrifying sound.
We went inside the house,
Startled by what we saw,
A face appeared in the mirror,
It was a nightmare horror.
We ran to the door,
It changed to a dark store,
A voice like my grandfather’s shouted, “Light!”,
Suddenly, we appeared on the porch of another house.
October,17, 2024.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2024
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