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balances on bouncing floorboards through a place...
Almost Haunted
One cold, eventful autumn night,
I was a "one-man crew",
who came to wire a house for light,
which was a load to do.
A friend procured an old estate
out past the city bounds
and called on me to renovate
the lights upon its grounds.
The aging manor was rundown,
its grounds not manicured;
what once adorned our little town
was now drab and obscured.
It must have been a century past
that this grand home was new.
The gutted walls, now in contrast,
had moonlight shining through.
To tour the empty dwelling
as I visualized its walls,
it made noise that was telling
of loose floor boards in its halls.
I shrugged it off and I went straight
to work with tools and light,
ignoring what might lie in wait
each cold, dark, creepy night.
Intensifying sights and sounds
disturbed me by the hour;
illusive shadows, howling hounds
compelling me to cower!
"I'll work as hard as time allows
and put no thoughts to fear;
Ill finish up this week somehow,
and then be out of here!"
My obligation was fulfilled
to end that grueling week.
To make the deadline, I was thrilled
and gave it one last peek!
My job was done, I looked around
to double check my work,
and there, outside, above the ground,
moved "something" with a jerk!
When I beheld that dismal sight
I thought a spectral "being",
I grabbed my tools, unplugged the light
and left the manor fleeing!
But, I returned the following day
to feign my pride and grace,
and think of something I could say
in order so save face.
I paced around the old chateau
and much to my chagrin,
the "something" was a scarecrow
dangling outside in the wind!
balances on bouncing floorboards through a place...
Almost Haunted
One cold, eventful autumn night,
I was a "one-man crew",
who came to wire a house for light,
which was a load to do.
A friend procured an old estate
out past the city bounds
and called on me to renovate
the lights upon its grounds.
The aging manor was rundown,
its grounds not manicured;
what once adorned our little town
was now drab and obscured.
It must have been a century past
that this grand home was new.
The gutted walls, now in contrast,
had moonlight shining through.
To tour the empty dwelling
as I visualized its walls,
it made noise that was telling
of loose floor boards in its halls.
I shrugged it off and I went straight
to work with tools and light,
ignoring what might lie in wait
each cold, dark, creepy night.
Intensifying sights and sounds
disturbed me by the hour;
illusive shadows, howling hounds
compelling me to cower!
"I'll work as hard as time allows
and put no thoughts to fear;
Ill finish up this week somehow,
and then be out of here!"
My obligation was fulfilled
to end that grueling week.
To make the deadline, I was thrilled
and gave it one last peek!
My job was done, I looked around
to double check my work,
and there, outside, above the ground,
moved "something" with a jerk!
When I beheld that dismal sight
I thought a spectral "being",
I grabbed my tools, unplugged the light
and left the manor fleeing!
But, I returned the following day
to feign my pride and grace,
and think of something I could say
in order so save face.
I paced around the old chateau
and much to my chagrin,
the "something" was a scarecrow
dangling outside in the wind!
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Almost Haunted
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