Thursday, August 14, 2014



I loved haunted houses.
The darker the better.
Who wants to join me?
It looks deserted and dusty.
I’m going up the stairs.
What’s that music?
Why are the piano keys
moving on their own?
Is someone here with us?
I hear the floor boards creaking
on the floor above.
I won’t be going upstairs.
Now I hear a moaning sound
coming from the hallway.
I’m not as brave as I thought I was.
Is that the front door that slammed shut?
I’m out of here!

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