This house is more than just a home to spiders, beetles and flies
It’s also filled with occupants who wail and shriek and cry…
The White Lady drifts from room to room
Looking for her twin
Her sister, who so long ago,
Locked the cellar and kept her in…
The Knight rides upon his horse
Through the rooms on the upper floor
Fighting an on-going battle
That will go on for ever more…
The Count who lived here long ago
And didn’t want to sell
Stayed beyond the night that he died
After being pushed down the well…
The Friendly Girl who was so in love
With the boy from down the lane
Whose love outlived the two of them
And wants togetherness again…
The Lord who ruled his piece of land
With more than an iron fist
Whose bad breath, it’s said, manifests
As a green and pungent mist…
The Jester, the Joker, the Evil Clown
Who is seen in every room
Tries to make any visitor laugh
But makes them leave too soon…
This house is more than just a home
Each room contains a tale
Every bang’s a sign that someone’s there
And not just a reason to turn folk pale…
Yet another repost, and yet another haunted house.
Well, it’s almost Halloween…
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