The dark, and hallowed halls, I walk,
Pictures of people, on walls, they talk,
These feeling, and thoughts, all so new to me,
Spirits, and ghosts, allowed to wander free.
I continue, to walk, through the house,
I try to creep, around without noise, like a mouse,
Yet I make more, of a sound, and a creak,
When I go slow, the noise heightens, to a peak.
I'm now a quivering mess, walking out,
At least nothing bad happened; I spoke, and walked into a clout.
I throbbing took over, inside of my head,
I didn’t know what to do, I thought I was dead.
I woke and that’s when, my brain shrieked, in me,
It banged on my skull, and begged, to be free,
I could hear the plea; it brought a tear, to my eye,
And that gave me pain, and a cowering cry.
I finally realised, were I’d gotten to,
Back in the house, stuck to the spot, like glue,
Shivers came up, from my back,
And in front of me, I heard a hack.
I rocked, on the spot,
My stomach, started to get hot,
I wanted to burst, right there and then,
White figures approached me, the figures of men.
Why did I ever come, to this house, at night, and alone?
I knew it was haunted, and I knew I was fright prone,
But I wanted to see, if it was so clear,
The ghosts in here, they restricted no fear.
A white swirling structure, it touched me,
I fell back, banging my head, I now couldn’t see,
I panted, and my heart strung chords,
All that did, was attract the hoards.
So I lay, on my back, a tear down my face,
My internal organs, they’re all out of pace,
A convulsion, breaks and attacks from inside,
I didn’t like the feeling, I thought I had died.