A Haunted House
There are places…
And then there are places
Where murky forces are on a prowl,
A dark history…
Leads to such circumstances
Where ghosts dwell
An invisible force
Rules the air
Knocking doors,
Screeching windows
Even cabinets open on their own,
Lights turn on / off on a whim
Bed sheets start falling down
Things start flying around
The wind makes weird noises
The cups clatter
Footsteps patter
Minds flutter
Hearts tremble
Hands wobble
A cold shiver runs through the spines
Of such inhabitants
Such chilly places
Are better left alone
Or must be healed by the local priest
So that those troubled souls rest in peace
There are places…
And then there are places.
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Nice poem, and speaks well of the haunts…..
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