Haunted house

Haunted house

You climb through the broken window8, the smell of dampness is everywhere, they say this house is haunted but you don't believe or even care

Darkness surrounds you, you can only see where your flash light lands, you feel kinda funny as the hair stands up on the back of your shaking hands

You move down the hallway, you make your way through every room, you begin to feel a presence, like some impending doom

You then hear a soft whisper, or was just wind passing by your ear, no you sure it said a sentence, you begin to feel real fear

You tell yourself to get a grip, it's just because it's dark and you're alone, you decide to take some random pictures on your mobile phone

Each time the flash goes off, you kind of squint your eyes, you try to puff out your chest, your inner fear you must disguise

What was that creak you heard, was that a footstep on the stair, you aim your torch up them, you shout, "is anybody there"

Only silence answers you, you give out a thankful sigh, then you freeze in terror as a shadow passes by

You feel it go through you, the flashlight falls as you turn to run, you don't stop to pick it up, you can buy another one

You cut yourself on broken glass, it might leave you with a scar, it will be a permanent reminder of your scariest night by far

Ron