One Night Cut Short In a Haunted Manor
My car ran out of gas. I found myself
alone and walking down an unknown road.
I looked to find a house where I might stop
to call someone and then get my car towed.
The first house I could find was very big.
It was a manor, but it was so old.
Although it looked run down, I saw a light,
and wanting help, I needed to be bold.
I went up to the door. I knocked and knocked.
Was no one home? But what about that light?
I turned the knob. The door had not been locked!
I pushed my way in with a little fright.
I called out, “Is there anybody home?”
A voice then said to me, “I’ll be your host.
Come sit and chat. There’s just one little thing.
You cannot see me, for I am a ghost!”
I saw nobody there, but my skin crawled
because the voice I could distinctly hear
was masculine . I felt as if someone
were right there whispering into my ear!
I turned around and sped right out of there.
No other house I saw. I got no tow.
Ten miles to town I ran, and you can bet
the speed I ran was anything but slow!
Jan. 15, 3019 for Tania Kitchin's One Night In a Haunted Manor Contest
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