Haunted House

All is not as it seems
No not any bad dreams
For this is so much worse
For I am the one living this curse.

This house comes alive at night
It is enough to give you a fright!
You see the ghosts in all their glory.
Makes you wonder of their story.

There is the ghostly two
That love to scare you.
They close all the doors
And will open all the drawers.

They make the lights go off and on
They will do this from dusk 'til dawn.
Oh but do not think that once it is light
That you are free of ghostly blight.

There is the gent who gets you trouble
When he causes the bath to overlow with bubble.
Or when he knocks the plant on the floor
It is your tush that Mom makes very sore.

The one in the basement gives the adults the creeps
But us kids he must have thought of as sheeps
For there he let us have our play
But the grown ups there was hell to pay.

For our stepbrother would never tell
Of what horrors he saw or of what hell.
But you hear the ghost loudly cackle
Whenever Jake says his fear he will tackle.

Winter comes in with a burst
But each snow fall that is first
You will see footprints on the ground
And the house they go around.

But no one has left the house
Not even that little brown mouse.
No footprints upon the porch or any step.
We all know as we  just look and say "Yep."

But Harry is the best
He is better than the rest.
For he is there to protect.
He is easy to detect.

Just follow the practical jokes
He loves to pull on folks.
Like the one very unusual time
My socks appeared at the drop of a dime.

The ghosts do come out at night
And love to give you a devilish fright.
They love to send you lots of chills
For your screams to them are thrills.


I love this house and yet
Even with Harry I do so fret.
For the others can only be held at bay
For so long before we ALL pay.

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