My house is haunted
by bad memories and regret.
Conversations I'd rather forget.
Ghosts of times
where things were bad.
These ghosts of mine
just make me feel sad.
Fear seeps through the walls
of this old residence.
When the ghosts call
to share their presence.
In the late-night hours
where the air sours.
Phantoms roam, screech and moan.
Leaving me wearied, worried,
alone.
In rooms locked tight.
Keys long buried.
They wail through the night.
Evil within
battered wood and stone skin.
Scratching behind the fireplace.
Cold spots on the creaking staircase
and the heart that beats
at a frantic pace.
This house.
Possessed
by unwanted guests.
They flitter through the walls
until darkness falls.
Then they start their assault.
Noisily forcing nerves to take hold,
then they pull them tighter,
like sharp cheese wire.
Until my mind is frayed
and my fear is on fire.
In my house,
I hear the sounds.
During the night
they scream so loud.
Their horrifying voices take flight
and
there is nowhere to hide.
An unwilling passenger
on a ghost train ride.
This house,
so cold.
Haunted and old.
It creaks and groans
like old weary bones.
The unwanted ones walk
and with whispered talk,
they remind
of things you don't want to hear.
They are the ones I fear.
This old house creaks,
the energy reeks of fear and despair.
The acrid taste of last night's screams.
The smashed remnants
of yesterday's bad dreams
scattered in pieces all over the floor.
If I could leave, I'd leave.
But in here
there isn't a door.
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