The Empty House

An empty house seems harmless for sure It’s just a pile of bricks and beams Deserted rooms and no furniture Some come with residents it seems They’re the kind you can’t see right away They howl and scream all through the night But they hide themselves during the day Practicing giving us a fright When the sun goes down the ghosts appear Wearing their varied spectral suits Most concocted to instill much fear Haggard witches and ghouls in boots They screech and yell their ethereal pleas Staring at us with glowing eyes If you really want to feel at ease Running away would be quite wise