Haunted House Poem by Ifra Sajid

A house on the darkest part of the street
Was so called haunted
One night I went into he house
In the dark I hear a mutter
A shiny figure in the black
A ghost I think turning back
The house was very old
And the air around me was very cold
Floors creaking
Footsteps echoing
Moans, groans and screams reach my ears
i ran as fast as i could
I got out and decided
Even if I was a mouse
I would never enter the Haunted House