The Haunted House
There is a great big house
Upon a great big hill.
Every time I go by that place,
I get a strange little chill.
The windows are stained and shattered,
The wood is warped and cracked,
The fence is bent and broken,
The weeds are ten feet tall out back!
When it’s windy, the door swings and creaks.
When it rains, water leaks through the roof.
Every time I pass by I hear voices –
Honest! Come with me! I’ll show you the proof!
Whenever I see it I want to run.
Even the sign outside says BEWARE!
But I can’t run or hide from this haunted house
For I am the ghost who lives there.
2 comments:
EMO FAG
JUST KIDDING! I liked it though, it reminds me of a short story we read in like 4th grade about a baseball game where the narrator was actually an umpire, and it was totally unexpected-like.
i really liked this, its really cute, like i imagine it in a little kids book, all illustrated and dramatic in a charlie brown type way
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