The House On Haunted Hill... Part 1 Poem by Shaun Cronick

Have you got what it takes,
To endure and to simply survive.
In the house on Haunted Hill,
Against the horrors it can contrive.

The House On Haunted Hill...Part 1

That tempting large sum of money,
Accepted to stay just one night.
Means nothing now as you wonder,
Will any live to see first light.

Six of us accepted the challenge,
Of this dark house that stands alone,
Just three women and three men,
And tonight its evil will be shown.

We all arrived at six o'clock,
That evening's allocated time.
And met by our rich sponsor,
An old man well past his prime.

We all made our introductions,
Then he bid us a fond farewell.
So very little did we suspect,
That we had just walked into Hell.

Ten thousand dollars for one night,
That's just easy money in the bank.
He's just locked the door and gates,
But I'll play along with his prank.

We all laugh at the elaborate absurdity,
Looking around the gothic meeting hall.
Candlesticks, suits of armour, crystal chandelier,
Stuffed animals trying to spook us all.

Just a big practical joke being played,
No doubt hidden cameras on us to spy.
But within the next thirty seconds,
Two of us would so horrifically die...

Dedicated to the great actor Vincent Price.