Haunted House
 

The old house sat before me, aged from so many years
feeling alittle weak inside, as I tried to swallow my fears
The front door seemed to open itself, as I reached for the knob
it is just a bet, I said walking in, I'm not here to steal or rob

Walking through the front door, I saw the years of decay
it was just one night I said, and I was here to stay
Didn't matter ghosts or gobblins, for it me it was just the same
I was here to find the truth, to find from where they came

I thought I saw a movement,  from just down the hall
why did I make this silly bet, why was I involved at all
Trembling and shaking, I walked all through the house
when I heard that noise and thought, well that can't be a mouse

Then something strange happened, of what I can't recall
I was running way too fast, I never saw it all
Then I heard the laughing, and saw the boys gathered round
realizing I had lost the bet, and my brother made that sound

Dave W Hartman

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