The soft footsteps on the stairs
Darkness descends and thickens the air
The sudden temperature drop too soon
Whispered voices in the next room
Dancing orbs fall from the ceiling
An icy hand touches my shoulder revealing
A haunted house with deathly hallows
With spirits who at quiet times are not mellow.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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