Undone
I snuck into a haunted house for the thrill:
to see for myself if any ghosts were there.
And like a warm breath, clinging to Winter's chill,
a foggy apparition appeared mid-air.
Though it dissipated, my fright lingered still;
fueling feelings of anguish and despair.
My curiosity soon morphed into fear,
on hearing a faint voice whisper in my ear.
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