Haunted House

A night with my friends, a moment to remember 
For we walked upon this house in the middle of december 
Broken down and in pieces we knew it to be inhabitated 
Not by those of the living, but those lost in an accident 

For the building looked burnt down, black and grotesque 
But we all still walked in none the less 
To see a picture of a woman right in the doorway 
That's face turned all red, and screamed as if part of its forte 

Most of my friends turned around and left 
As I walked forward, for I was deft 
The staircase I walked up seemed to creak as I went 
Till the top step collapsed, impeding my ascent 

So I changed my direction, and headed toward the kitchen 
That was covered in blood, a very deep crimson 
Why this looked fresh was of nothing but a surprise 
Till I asked a question outloud, and was given a reply 

I knife levitated into the air, and pointed directly at me 
Where my first reaction was to stepback, turnaround and flee 
Running as fast as I could, I had made it out the door 
From which I had slammed behind me, and would never explore 

This house in the dark, on this cold december night 
Had left a frightful expression on me, at its very sight 
For this house that had been occupied by those not living 
Kept close watch on those who entered, with hate and misforgiving