Patrica Bowen Salyers Poet I do not know?

The Haunted House

I entered a haunted house
              you see.

It was all full of dust and
       spider webbies.

A slam of a door had me
       running for cover.

   I heard a scream
   that gave me an
    eerie feeling.

There was a rattle of chains
                   and
      a cladder of thunder.

Then a ghost appeared
   and started floating
    down the stairway.

My teeth went to chattering
and my knees was a knocking.

   So I closed my eyes
 and said a little prayer.

Then I opened my eyes
then there I was sitting
in the middle of my bed
all covered with covers.

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