The Haunted House
In the dead of night, when the moon is bright,
And the stars shine dim,
There stands a house, an eerie sight,
That fills your soul with brim.
With its creaking doors and windows old,
And walls that seem to weep,
It beckons those who dare to behold,
The secrets it does keep.
A sense of dread fills the air,
As you step inside,
And in the silence, you can hear,
The whispers of those who died.
Each room holds a tale of sorrow,
Of love and loss and pain,
And as you wander through the hollow,
You feel their spirits remain.
Beware, oh wanderer, of this place,
For it is not what it seems,
And if you linger for too long, you’ll face,
A fate beyond your dreams.
So turn away, while you still can,
And leave the house behind,
For in the darkness, it will remain,
A haunting sight to find.