An Eerie Tale - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
Some nights you walk down a dark alley
And you hear someone call your name,
You turn..., but there's no one there really
Then you think someone's playing a game.
Some buildings you enter seem eerie -
Like eyes follow you through the stairs,
The footsteps behind you seem heavy
When you look back...there is no one there.
Some houses seem to have creaking windows
And have doors that unlock by themselves
With dark rooms whose walls stare and glow
And some china that dance on the shelves.
Through your fears you must try to sleep
Then you hear some soft tapping on the floor
A knocking on the door gives you creeps
When you open it...you smell candle odor.
Then the howling of dogs will announce
With the fierce strong winds that will follow
As your knees shake with fear to pronounce
'It's time to run and run....let's go! '
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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