A Christmas Ghost Story

The year has nearly come to a close.
The only thing standing; in the way, is Christmastime.
Bats, in the belfry, were found among the house.
There was said to be a ghost of Mr. McDurmish.
The high painting; in the parlor, was of him and it was said to be haunted.
Looking beyond to the Christmas season people forgot about the house till one night.
The organ began to play on its own for there was no one; in the house.
It was noised aboard the place truly was haunted.
There was a candle that was seen descending the steps.
But the main thing was there was the Christmas tree which remained; in the library.
From the sound, you could see the Christmas tree lights as if they were turned on by someone there.
Come find out there was no one there at all.
It was noised around the neighborhood to stay away.
So every Christmas the same thing would happen.
It was then the higher-ups decided to tear it down.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)

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