The Haunted House - Poem by varshitha chuttar
There's a ghost,
In the house,
near the check post!
I can hear scary sounds,
at night they are really loud.
I never go near that house,
as many strange things were found!
The white cloth would fly,
white the sitting doll would cry,
and hearing that; with fear I would die! !
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