Haunted House

There was a house.
It's said to be haunted.
Its walls were dusty,but the paint was new.
 
its windows were broken,but there were windows still.
It's placed on an abandoned hill.
It's said a ghost haunts it.
 
The ghost's name was Hope.
A girl with a kind heart.
But hurt soul.
 
Every night,inside the house you hear the monster growl.
As it shouts for attention.
As it begs for someone else's affection.
 
As it has been abandoned in years.
People never entered it due to fears.
Ever since it got empty,unlit.
 
At midnight,all you hear is what she felt.
As the house silently growls.
And the lights brightly glow.
 
But the house wasn't always haunted.
It once was a place of wonder and joy.
Where you always can pick out a toy.
 
Full of joyful music.
Full of tasty treats.
And happy, energized beats.
 
Untill one day,someone broke in.
And robbed the house of will.
Breaking its windows, staining the walls.
 
As sadness fills the halls.
Her ghost,haunting the house.
As she wonders if someone will enter.
 
And fix all this mess.
But time went by.
Hours went away ,slowly.
 
And even after years,nobody had entered.
A small house of lost wonder and joy.
Now filled with screaming of woe.
 
And the insects in it slowly build a hole.
The house decays.
As it imagines there are the good old days.
 
When there were always ways.
And trays full of food.
A happy,flawless mood.
 
Now the ghost wears a dark,black hood.
As she lives in this lonely home.
But nobody picks up the phone.
 
Just the sound of her, living and feeling alone.
As she hopes somebody one day will enter.
And she will feel like herself once again.
 
Untill then,I will live in this house.
Hiding from my fears like a scared mouse.
Wearing a torn,old blouse.