Have you seen it?
You know what I mean.
The house that nobody dares to enter.
The house where it is permantly Halloween.
Where the wooden doors creak.
Where the screams of victims stay forever.
Have you heard them?
Calling in the wind.
The house where you can hear the tick tock of the clock.
Tick, Tock.
The house where the shadows climb the walls.
Where the dark stays and haunts.
Where the only safe place is nowhere.
This house is misery and destruction.
The house that tricks your eyes and makes you think you saw something.
Someone.
This house will hurt you.
Everyone knows this house.
The house on the corner.
The Haunted House.
YOU ARE READING
The Haunted House
PoetryThis poem is based on Halloween and I would really like to enter it into JAYTee1899's competition. Hope you like it.
