The House On Haunted Hill...Part 2 Poem by Shaun Cronick

They just never saw it coming,
What heartlessly followed next.
This house wants us all dead,
A house of pain so truly hexed.

A couple on the stone staircase,
Like us all did stop and suddenly freeze.
As the grand piano in the music room,
Ripped apart with such consummate ease.

Its wires now flying through the air,
Towards its first victims of the eve'.
They had no time to fearfully scream,
Decapitated by a house out to cleave.

And just when it couldn't get worse,
From that sickening moment on it did.
As two long black candles were hurled,
Deeply thrusted through a woman's eyelids

Three down with another three to go!
As we three heard this hideous voice.
Then we ran blindly up the staircase,
For out of fear we had no other choice...

Dedicated to the great actor Vincent Price.