Up on a hill lies a haunted house,
Walk through the halls as quiet as a mouse.
The rooms within illuminate a dreaded gloom,
The doors squeak open as you enter each room.
From the attic above your hear things grouse,
If you start to see things you better rouse.
Out from the shadows things begin to loom,
Stay a while and you'll meet your doom.
~ By Adrian Shaw
Published 31st Oct 2005.