A trip down memory lane on the lookout.
Through the trees is a haunted house its close to me only ten minutes south.
How to get there is down a vined track its a scary place with it being pitch black.
You have to stick to the path or you will get lost.
There are more tracks but stick to the main one and DO NOT leave it at no cost.
Trekking down the bends and curves you have a feeling of beady eyes that stares.
Comes to mind a creature on a midnight prowl.
You hear a noise that makes you jump then you throat swallows a big lump.
There it sits the great white owl.
You pause for a minute to catch your breath.
The thought on your mind ain’t life but only death.
The sound of the twigs breaking and snapping,
The owl Fla’s away with its wings a flapping.
Further down a few more curves and bends you finally come to the paths very end.
Into an open clearing through the trees with what you see you drop to your knees.
A haunted mansion sits right in the shade with a fence around it built like blades.
You see an opening with a blade missing nobody knows this is here not with this in.
Climbing through you check it out and there’s that feeling of eyes looking back out.
Up to the window with almighty fear the glass is dirty you make it clear.
Looking through you feel alone them eyes you see they are your own.
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