Hannah's Haunted House Poem by Roy Davenport

The old house sat at the top of a hill
Alone and forgotten, quiet and still.
No one had lived in the place for years
Where joy once thrived, now only lived fear.

The paint was peeling, the windows were gone
And the old porch banisters looked like bones.
The darkened windows whispered a warning
“if you enter this place you won’t live to see morning.

Children passing by would cross over the street,
keeping their distance lest evil they meet.
They’d heard all the stories about goblins and ghosts
And horrible screams from monstrous hosts.

So no one went there out of understandable fear,
That is…. except Hannah the fearless.. who had no fear.
So she decided to face those unspeakable things
And marched up to the front door and gave it a swing.

With only a flashlight and a weak one at that,
She walked into that house and down she sat.
Pretty soon a huge ghost emerged from the wall And floated around her, but she didn’t move at all

“Boo” he screamed, Why don’t you run like the others? ”
“You ain’t so scary, she said, I grew up with four brothers.”
Then the ghost disappeared in a puff of green smoke
And the stench was so thick Hannah thought she would choke.

Then in came a witch, flying in on a broom And as she landed, witchy screams filled the room.
She was a horrible sight with black eyes and green skin
And old yellow teeth you could see when she grinned.

She was stooped and skinny with warts on her nose
And a long black dress, black shoes and black hose.
“Hello my deary, you look good enough to eat”
She cackled as she swayed from her head to her feet.

Long boney fingers reached out toward her face
but Hannah didn’t budge she stood there in place.
Then slowly she pulled a small gun from her bag
And squirted cold water all over that hideous hag.

“I’m melting, I’m melting” she started to yell
And melted into a puddle and boy did it smell.
The only thing left was her wart-covered snoz
Just like the witch of the west from Wizard of Oz

Then came the biggest, scariest beast of them all
He was horrible and hairy and about ten feet tall.
He had glowing red eyes and long stringy hair
And long sharp yellow teeth, but only one pair.

He grunted and gurgled as he slid cross the floor
“I like eating children….. me want some more”
But Hannah held her ground, she didn’t move
Then she pulled out a mirror so quick and smooth

She held it up so the beast could see his own face
He took one look and ran screaming out of the place.
Now the old house is still standing on top of the hill
But no ghosts or haunts live there and never will.

Because Hannah moved in and brought all her brothers
Her sisters and cousins, grandfather and grandmother.
And she painted the house a pretty shade of pink
With polka dots and rainbows and flowers that don’t stink.

It’s a old happy house full of joy and laughter
And they all lived together happily ever after.