I would never dream of being left alone in a haunted manor. "Redrum" was the name of a movie I watched years ago. Spelled backwards it's "murder"
Come in, said the butler...his eyes red and veined As I stood at the door step...while it heavily rained Frightened I was...he had blood on his palm It gave me the goose bumps...I tried to keep calm Shoved by the wind...I was thrown through the door I landed on blood marks...stained on the floor Can I take your coat, in his deep voice...he said Then, thoughts of redrum...ran through my head I was Left all alone ...when the floors started squeaking When through a hole in the wall...I saw somebody peeking My mind playing games, not at all...I was scared Especially, when I looked again...and the hole was repaired I shouted out loud "who's there...who it be" Is it you Mr. Butler...is it you that I see? Suddenly, slowly the door opened wide So I ran like a cheetah...to get back outside The door had slammed shut...and I started to scream In cold sweat, in my bed...I woke up from my dream One Night In A Haunted Manor Poetry Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin 1/7/2019
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