The Haunted House

The Haunted House Driving with my date at midnight, looking at the August moonlight, lonely road, no one in eyesight, searching for a place to park. Off the road a mansion ‘pearing, in the woods, back in a clearing, all alone this mansion fearing, stands deserted in the dark… the mansion stands there in the dark. Vacant now for many ages, rotting as her time turns pages, legend of her haunting rages, haunting ghosts that oversee. Eerie winds around are blowing, in the window soft light glowing, curiosity is growing, soft light beckons us to see… the soft light calls for us to see. Feel like we are strangers poaching, on this haunted house encroaching, front porch creaks as we’re approaching, and the front door open wide. Through the door now we are heading, on the inside odor shedding, musty air with dust is spreading, leaving us red blurry eyed… the dust makes us red blurry eyed. In our ears there is a droning, down the hall we hear a moaning, sounding like an old man groaning, leaving us to wonder why. Down the hallway we go searching, knowing not what evil lurching, through the door we see there perching, skeleton from days gone by… bones sitting there from days gone by. On the floor there is blood pooling, ‘neath the ashen bones so grueling, such an eerie sight befooling, tell my date to turn and run. Chasing close behind I follow, for this fear I cannot swallow, felling like my life is hollow, thinking that my time is done… I’m feeling like my days are done. Wake up in a forest clearing, in the sky, sunlight appearing, from the night my mind is veering, how I got here I don’t know. Leaving now my gut is churning, don’t think I will be returning, evil place my mind discerning, wrought with spirits from below… the evil spirits from below….. this haunted house has got to go. August 18, 2018