• A chill down my spine
    Nerves pricked with heavy caution,
    I tell myself I’ll be fine
    Even through this eerie notion.

    This house filled the dead man’s walking
    Walls who chimed of clocks so old,
    As if This cursed I soul-a-stalking
    Nothing of portraits did untold.

    I paused; I breathe; I inhale so quick
    Coldness creeping through this night,
    I look; I wander; I speak:
    “Hey who turned off the light?”

    The moonlight shone a figure
    One I didn’t imagine,
    Instead, I laugh and laugh at ease,
    “Hey, is this what you call a Haunted Mansion?”

    “No dear child
    Be not in all delight,
    Come here to me
    Dearest shall see, what darkness we here tonight.”

    That hooded thing spoke
    With a face I could not see,
    All in all, I must not be provoked
    It mustn’t find the fear in me.

    “I come in peace
    Really, I mean no harm,
    I’ll just go, to say the least—
    Back to my Papa’s farm.

    “Not tonight, sweet child
    I too, need company,
    Need you not go dear child
    There’s news thee soul to see.”

    Out I ran, in fear
    Crashing on walls and chairs,
    I’d rather die in bed than here—
    Bearing scars with the least bit care.

    I ran and ran
    Trying to erase that memory,
    But when I came home--- oh man,
    That thing was there, waiting for me.

    The vase on here corner
    Was the closest I could reach,
    Tried to very much sock her
    Leaving life it’s one last screech.

    So now I weep in agony
    To rise from dream’s state,
    Why did I kill savagely?—
    Myself, the thing with news too late.