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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 © | Year Posted 2016




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