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Jul 2023
A house on Thriller Blvd
It was empty
It looked haunted
I wasn’t sure if I should step in or stay out
My mind went on caution
Yet curious
As I entered the house and moved around
I was confronted by a mysterious image, and it surrounded me
It started chanting and the voice was eerie
At least that was my theory
It turned out to be a Ghost
Unfortunately, it was Casper nor friendly
Chills went up and down my spine
I felt the urg4 for some serious wine
That haunted house had plenty of moans and groans
I thought maybe I should leave this house and the Ghost alone
A mouse was frightened and shaking in a corner
My every moment was a dare
Yet curious with care
What was I thinking?
This was definitely a mystery
Then again, I could be history
This would be the perfect time to run
I want to live being among
Suddenly the Ghost demanded that I get out
I didn’t need any order to tell me that
My thought was your demand is at my command
My mind may have been on disorder
I didn’t move fast enough
I was thinking this is all bluff
However, the Ghost proved his point
The Ghost chanted, “He was David Hess who once lived in the house, but was murdered by a family member”
I was witnessing his spirit
I hope he doesn’t I was the murderer
I am not even a family member
All I could think of feet and legs don’t fail me now
Let me get out of the house oh wow
I ran until I couldn’t run anymore
I can tell you that for sure
I will never forget that haunted house
Flesh of no return
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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