The Haunted House

By Sany Sayantanee

The house stood at an abandoned site.

Dark, dreary, creepy were its surroundings.

Infamously known for casting a spell.

The insiders were its former dwellers.

Herein, a family was assassinated way back.

Vendetta from that incident never ceases.

Ever since, those victims had become blood-thirst.

Their insatiable souls could never rest in peace.

Travellers, ignorant of these facts, often fell prey.

Many recovered dead, horrifically mutilated.

Some from inside of the house..

While some others in its vicinity.

Akin to a black hole, it spares none.

It is deadly silent all day long.

Not even a bird dares to fly by it.

Wind never flows here, it diverts.

At night, strange activities are witnessed.

Like, flickering of lights..clinking of metals.

Or be it, constant restless motions..

Inconspicuous spectral images.

Even sinister ghastly laughters and shrill cries.

Evil vibes emanate off the uncanny haunted house.

An eerie feel sends a chill down the spine.

By Sany Sayantanee