My Haunted House

By Ellie Stokes

I live in a haunted house,

The walls built so high and dark -

If you stay here too long

It'll leave a terrifying mark.

When twilight hits

Make sure to turn and run.

Don't wait around to see

What all these secrets have done.

The monsters come out

And they'll hunt you down;

They won't stop until

You're six feet underground.

They'll tie you up and strangle you

With ropes made of your own hair

And there's nothing you can do

Except sit there and stare.

They'll scratch and they'll scrape,

Clawing every wound.

You'll enter an atmosphere

Of pure impending doom.

Your screams will be lost,

Sucked in by the shadows.

The only sound left is the gale

Whistling past the windows.

The darkness will engulf you,

Leaving no room for light.

You'll be wary and scared

But too tired to fight.

You'll look around this haunted house 

And hate everything you find.

Then you'll leave cause you realize

These are the darkest halls of my mind.

By Ellie Stokes