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Jan 2018
Enter the house if you dare
This is a warning in beware
A very poky house
The only movement is a mouse
Now that you turned the doorknob
You are the focus being the problem of no solve
As you walk through the house you hear moans, creaks and you feel the creeps
The house doors have been locked
You have become the ploy of the plot
You want to run
But you can’t because the house has you at the center among
Continue to walk through the house if your heart lets you
Suddenly an eerie hand reaches about
You then yell in a loud shout
It’s the spirit of the Ghost who owned the house
The moan was his wife who was his spouse
It’s the spirits being in unrest
As the lightening flashes all over the house
You are alone
Your whereabouts from others is totally unknown
You had to take the initiative to enter the house
You have become your own fright
Throughout the house there is no light
Venture on and move it along
Yet it won’t be long
You are being carefully watched
The house starts to shake
Now how much more can you take
Is it your nerves captivated by fate?
This is your final hour
You feel your stomach about to sour
The house has you completely trapped
You feel like you body is going to snap
The house is your tomb
It’s an awakening of the spirits being your doom.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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