The Haunted House

Deep in the woods, a house stands alone,

With windows shattered and doorsteps overgrown.

The paint is peeling, the wood is rotted,

And tales of terror have the town devoted.

Some say the house is cursed by the dead,

Whose spirits linger, their souls unfed.

They say you can hear their moans at night,

And see their shadows flicker in the light.

Others claim the house is haunted by a witch,

Whose wrath is unleashed on those who dare to snitch.

They say she'll curse you with her wicked spell,

And drag you down to her dark and haunted hell.

But one thing's for certain, as the night falls,

The house comes alive, with eerie calls.

The wind howls through the broken panes,

And the floorboards creak as if in pains.

So if you're brave enough to venture near,

Be warned, the horrors that reside here,

Will make your blood run cold, your heart race,

In the haunted house, you'll find no safe place.