For rhyme contest about a haunted manor. I decided to put this in the perspective of the ghost whose home is taken over by a family.
There's something scary Happening in this place. I must be very wary, And not leave a trace. There are beings here That just don't belong They feel unnaturally *****, So strange, so wrong. It took so long to adjust Each layer as filth accrues. Centuries of cobwebs, dust, Slimes, molds and mildews. I spooked a bit their dogs and cats, And made their youngest scream. I tried to scare the other brats; Mother said "just a bad dream". I've tried wailing and keening, But they just won't let me be! They just won't stop cleaning, Cleaning, CLEANING Until there's nothing left of me. 20190113
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