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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a good poem well written about haunted places.

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A nice, spooky description using poetic devices of a haunted place.

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