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Ghastly

there is something lurking in silence

a strange presence that makes your hair

stand on end

 

you try to scream but nothing

you lost your voice

all you can do is stare

 

you look for words to describe

whatever it is that you see

it’s something….horrible

 

it’s nasty, maybe creepy

you know that it’s scary

“Oh my!”, you scream, it’s just too ghastly

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The Haunted House

There is one house in Cheryville

That sits atop a tiny hill

It’s old, it creaked, it didn’t have color

A mansion it was, with a bad-smelling odor

It was built on the eighteen hundreds, they say

It used to be the most beautiful house during those days

Now it sits there rotting slowly

The used to be grand house is now lowly

However, it holds a secret that has been known

People who went inside it have been shown

Outside it looks ordinary

Inside they say it is very scary

A moan you’ll hear, a scream will shrill

Sending shivers down your spine, it’s not a thrill

Someone from somewhere will call your name

No matter how hard you try, you’ll never know where it came

You’ll be poked, pushed and scratched

You’ll be dragged, stabbed or worse when your catched

 Restless spirits haunt the house to this day

That’s why no person would want to stay

“Demolish it!”, others suggested

But no one dared, they were all too scared

“Do not enter”, the sign would warn

That one house on Cheryville

That sits atop a tiny hill