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The Haunted House |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA 
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The Haunted House I grew up near an old house, long abandoned and lost We knew not the circumstances, the reasons or cost, As kids we made up the stories and told, Of the horrors that took place there, in times of old, We would dare each other, who was the bravest, And scare our selves with fears of the gravest, Then as we grew up and became a little bolder, We forgot those childhood fears, heck we were older, So we would go in the old house as sure as we might, We weren’t scared of things that go bump in the night, Are you afraid of the dead? We would ask as we crept, And listen to the sounds of the house as it slept, Then one Halloween we decided to sleep there, like brave kids will do, We were tough and strong, and nobody else knew, So we rolled out our bags on the old wooden floor, We covered the windows, and barred all the doors, All was just fine, till the storm clouds rolled in, And lightning and thunder crashed around us like sin. Then from somewhere we heard a loud scream through the rain, A banging of shutters and the rattling of chains, We looked at each other and swore with an oath, Nobody would get us, there’s no such thing as ghosts, But in an old mirror, we saw in a flash, Of lightning, the shadows of a spirit from the past, A woman crying, and moaning and coming toward us, We stood there shaking and staring, at the blood on her dress, She was whispering something, and we were scared no doubt, Then a booming voice said, “THIS IS MY HOUSE, GET OUT” We ran for the door in the dark of the night, The four of us thought we would die just of fright, But the house had plans for the trespassers we, We fell through the floorboards as we tried to flee, In a pile of kids in the black and the gloom, Four brave tough young men thought they had met their doom, As the storm raged on we felt and searched all around, And realized we had landed under the house on the ground, We crawled out from under like a bat-outa-hell, Nobody would believe this wild story we could tell, But I will promise you this and believe it my friend, That old house was Haunted, and will be till the end. Wm. Tracey Bakelar 2008 The answer is always NO, Until the question is asked. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Well done, and timely indeed! You've got a gift...keep sharing!  |
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TRACE2RYM Junior Member
since 2008-10-09
Posts 38 |
THis is a fun write, made me keep reading to see what was going to happen next. Happy Halloween |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
Thanks for the read, Hope you have a safe and HAPPY HALLOWEEN, OH, Stay out of Haunted Houses. |
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TRACE2RYM Junior Member
since 2008-10-09
Posts 38 |
I had to go back and read this one again and print it out for Halloween. Happy Pumpkin day. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
excellent write...good to be read aloud...again |
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Janette
since 2001-07-20
Posts 2843Chicagoland for now |
I agree with steavenr, this is excellent, it flowed so smoothly, excellently crafted and it held my attention all the way through, too. Frightfully GREAT read. Janette always seeking joy, adventure and romance and wishing you find the same |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
WTBAKELAR - Some houses are haunted for real. Nice write of the haunted one... BC |
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