The Old Man's House Poem by Paul Warren

We unlocked the house with a creaking door
As the cobwebs blew across the dusty floor
It seemed as if no one had been inside
When it was closed by the family who didn't want to abide

The old man was not a pleasant man
And so they kept away from him in the plan
There had been some noises and light
Coming from inside the house at night

The floorboards creaked with each step
As we looked around not finding anything yet
Until we went into the study of the house
When we were frightened by the scurrying of a mouse

We searched around and could not find a thing
Satisfying the neighbours that there was nothing
So we left the house and locked it up tight
It was reported the lights and noise were back the next night.

© Paul Warren Poetry