As I am a haunted house. I walk the dark hallways, that show my past. With every creek in the floor is every tear I’ve ever shed. The screams you hear in the echoes of a ghosts, is the same ghosts that wish they had a wond like in Harry Potter to make the monsters stop screaming in pain at their faces. With the flickers of each level light shows you that I’m trying to unbury the things I’ve done, to bring the dead back to life but not help them take over the world, but to explain what I’ve done to make things right. With my haunted house, people look at it and run away for the baggage on the doorstep is to much for the eye. But really all I want is for someone to blow out the last candle that flickers I’m the night to put the dead of my darkest times to lay them to rest so I can feel at peace. But I lock my candle away cause I don’t want people being burnt by the flame that can be a wildfire. I am a haunted house, hear my screams, the creeks in the floors, they all tell a story, if you listen there is a soul that just wants to be set free.