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The House On Haunted Hill
In the dark of the night
when ghosts roam free,
with a glow in each step
they may be possible to see.
A place has been found,
one that is old,
a house on a hill
with a ghost to behold.
Ghosts a haunting
inside that old house,
abandoned by many
even scared off a mouse.
The cupboards and doors
open and shut on their own,
other things fly
to some it is known.
I wouldn't enter that house
if I were you,
that house on a hill
whatever you do.
One ghost isn't friendly,
he's evil and mean,
with this ghost alone
you don't want to be seen.
He brings about doom,
he would hurt you unawares,
when you think you are safe
watch out for the chairs.
A ghost that likes stairs,
just one look and you'll fall,
face down from the horror,
you can't stop him at all.
Awful things happen
as a result of this ghost,
you're invited to enter
where he'll be your host.
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