Ghosts
A house of old where spirits hide
Do we dare go inside
Haunted it does seem
Muffled silent deadly scream
House where stairs always creek
Source trying to always seek
Foot steps upon the floor
Come right up to the door
Open the door to investigate
Quicker is your heart rate
No one there do you see
Oh my god what can it be
Is it a ghost of the dead
Or is it dreams within the head
It must be dream this can’t be real
But shakes of fear you do feel
Run and escape you leave the house
Feeling like a tiny mouse
Full of dread and fear
House is haunted; it is clear
© Chris Chonos
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