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Each night, as she approached the stairs
He would appear, but was not really there
Unsure, if it was simply her imagination
Wondering, if it was merely her own creation
Never could she find him, he was hidden well
Still, he held her, completely, under his spell
Spindles on the staircase, illuminated glow
Shadows in the hallway, dancing to and fro
Footsteps creaking, across the floor of tiles
They seemed to keep walking on, for miles
No matter where she turned, she was alone
The only sound around, a low, guttural groan
Twas the shimmer of a light, quite an eerie thing
Laughter at the doorway, made the doorbell ring
Why is it, he would toy with her, and scare her so?
Why was she chosen, perhaps, she’ll never know
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Tom's Nature-up-close Photography and Mindfulness Blog said:
That’s why haunted houses are sold at bargain prices. 🙂
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Dorinda Duclos said:
That is very true! 😊
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jenanita01 said:
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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jenanita01 said:
Very creepy, almost a memory?
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Dorinda Duclos said:
More like a nightmare…
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