It seems like no one is now there at their home.
The lights are all out and only the ghosts roam.
Room by room they wander on their own on and off.
While the livin' is afraid of that enevitable face-off.
The spirits live there and once,and this, was their house.
They won't leave it now, and so whats the use.
Year after year, and day after day,
They live there for all times, here the ghost just stay.
Reliving in that old house all that they did in their past.
Some are reluctant actors, playing just a part in this sad cast.
Renacting all the great times and pain that they had.
And for that they went through that was sometimes bad.
The living their voices and moans they learn to fear.
So much took place in that old mansion,for the past two-hundred years.
And the tragic phantoms make their presence oftener,than not,appear.
When someone is near or not, in this haunted old house right here.
As they go day and night,just scaring sometimes, the living.
And theres no peace,for these poor, lost souls, and their hauntings.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
