A house that holds no people but only memories.
Memories of lives that have passed through its walls.
Walk through its old fence to its overgrown yard.
Sounds are coming from inside.
Shadows are moving through the yard.
Maybe this house isn’t as deserted
as we assumed.
End House holds more than memories.
It may be holding spirits who should
have been long gone.
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
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