Haunted Poem by Ted L Glines

Haunted
by Ted L Glines

The house was only
mortar, stone, and wood
we knew that nothing evil
lived there - never could
and that was that.

Twenty years ago tomorrow
on a dark and moon-less night
the old man stabbed his wife
but no one heard her plight,
as she died he played the organ
in the windowed tower room
then in a final crescendo
he threw himself to his doom.

Twenty years the house stood empty
no one went there anymore
widows spoke of it in whispers
scaring children with its lore,
no one dares to venture close
this old house is made of fright
for they say the organ plays
in the middle of the night.

And where the portrait used to hang
cob-webbed painting of his wife,
blood runs down the stucco wall
as it did one time in life,
it is then the organ plays
with no fingers on the keys
only ending with a scream
as his maddened spirit flees.

We know there is no evil
nor anything but good
in an old abandoned house
made of mortar, stone, and wood.