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Haunted House

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Floorboards creak and groan
windows rattle, dead of night
leaves brush, against window panes
a shiver, runs down my spine.

Ghostly apparition, mounts the stairs
screams and shrills, echo all about
my body, rigid with fear
as an apparition, passes through.

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