Haunted Manor

We left the city that was sunny and bright, At this haunted house and it now seems like night, Looking at this mysterious home, Suddenly we don't feel so all alone. I reached for the front door handle when, It opened by itself, must have been the wind, We walked in and had to shake off a chill, Trying to concentrate on this new thrill. It was not long before the terror started, Knocks, slaps and scratches from the departed, Who despised all the humans they could see, Giving evil thoughts about my friends to me. Suddenly I'm chasing them through the house, Trying to axe my best friend and his spouse, I don't care if we ever leave, No need to cry, no need to grieve. They'll find my friend in the library wall, And his wretched wife is in the attic above the hall, I'm in the pantry under the shelf, Where I finally hung myself. I'm looking out the window waiting to see, Who the next victims will be, And welcome them to this haunted home, Where they will stay forever and never be alone. One Night in a Haunted Manor Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin 1/18/19