Writer’s Corner
November 5, 2019
His brother swore the house was haunted
The man who lived here was most wanted
We still went in
With goose bumps on our skin
The owner had died
But his ghost remained inside
As we opened the creaky door
We heard sounds we had to ignore
We entered the first room
And saw a lit fume
Someone had been here soon before
But we still wanted to see more
We went upstairs soon after
Where we heard some quiet laughter
We soon ran out
To see the candle blown-out