Elizabeth Cross

Haunted House

Looking around
before entering

Walking through
the creeking door

Seeing dust balls
and spiderwebs

Hearing things
creek around me

Approaching the steps,
coming to the end

Standing

At the top but then

Vanishing

Than reappearing
except this time

In my warm comfy bed
from this terrible

Nightmare.




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