Haunted House

In shadowed realms where moonlight weaves, A haunted house with secrets seethes. Its ancient timbers creak and moan, A place where eerie whispers groan.

The moon above, a pale, cold eye, Casts ghostly light from the midnight sky. As you approach, a chill descends, The journey’s start, where fear transcends.

The front door stands ajar, ajar, Inviting you to cross the bar. Step through the threshold, if you dare, Into a world of dark despair.

The air is thick with history’s weight, Each room a tale of love and hate. Portraits stare with ghostly eyes, Their silent screams a stark surprise.

In the parlor, a piano plays, Unseen fingers on ivory keys. A spectral waltz fills the air, With melodies of deep despair.

Upstairs, the footsteps softly tread, A presence lingering among the dead. Doors slam shut, then open wide, As phantom hands in the darkness hide.

In the attic, cobwebs cling, To secrets of an ancient fling. A dusty mirror reflects your face, But in its depths, a different space.

A whispering wind, a mournful cry, Echoes through the starless sky. The hauntings here, they never cease, In this cursed place, they find their peace.

You cannot flee, you cannot hide, From the spirits that reside inside. Embrace the fear, the unknown grace, In this eerie, haunted space.

For in this house, where shadows creep, And restless souls forever weep, You’ll glimpse a world beyond the veil, Where spine-tingling thrills will never fail.