The Most Haunted Mansion
Keep away don’t go near. It’s a killer don’t be a victim
The Most Haunted Mansion
The mansion stands,
no birds fly there.
Windows blind,
doors forever shut.
Ivy crawls like veins,
the roof bows heavy.
No one living dares go in,
the dead roam free.
The hall echoes with cries,
children lost to fever and fire.
Their small feet run the stairs,
their laughter cuts sharp.
In the cellar dark,
a woman sobs.
Hands bloody from clawing,
eyes hollow with grief.
Rooms hold secrets,
mirrors show shadows.
Figures move unseen,
clocks tick backward.
Candles die with no wind,
doors slam with no hand.
Those who stayed too long,
never came out again.
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