Hunted House
Hunted house stands on a hill
It gives people quite a chill
Man has lived there long ago
Even though not many know
Who he was or what he did
Everything he did was hid
Once you enter through the doors
You will see a giant hall
Paintings, mirrors, items filled
As if the man who died still lived
Giant rug goes up the stairs
Many heads of grizzly bears
Smell of copper everywhere
Young adventurer beware
Many secrets hidden here
And even more the things to fear
House has taken many lives
Too late the people realize
Why this house just stands alone
And no one dares to call it home
Man who lived here is not dead
He became the house instead
Lures he people day and night
No one can escape his sight
So once you enter understand
This house is haunted and you are dead
Copyright © Artem Melkunov | Year Posted 2016
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