HAUNTED HOUSE
Blood stained walls, red and vivid,
reflecting in the gloomy moonlight.
The screaming of the living dead,
echoes against the walls,
sharp as a knife ,
piercing through my ears,
their cries and scream were heard from
miles ;
a plea for help.
Cracked floor boards,
moss and fungi filling the vacant space,
forming a grass soft carpet
but an eye bleeding sore.
The air was cold against my
skin,
fast moving air almost trimming the hair that laid
upon my arm , as I opened the
door that could determine my fate.
Dust filled rooms,
dark and empty,
again more scream,
shattering the silence.
Written by Kimanzi K.
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