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
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