A Poem about My Home the story
The dark night brought a fright,
A dream of terror, all in sight.
The sound of scratching, so loud,
Kept me awake, no sleep allowed.
The house was empty, no one there,
I searched for them, but to no avail.
A figure in a mask, made me flee,
Screaming in terror, I could not see.
In a park I found myself,
It was afternoon, not night.
A strange man, woman in the house,
Greeted me, as if a spouse.
The night returned, and I heard two,
Whispering in fear and with a view.
The ghosts remained, and so I ran,
But the door was locked, no escape plan.
The last thing I heard, was their laughter,
It filled me with fear and disaster.
The dark room I found myself in,
An umbrella, a doll, no one to win.
The hallway had doors, all locked tight,
I searched and searched, with no delight.
The last door I found, gave a shock,
I heard a voice, a secret talk.