The Haunted House

In the dead of night, the house creaks
As if it's alive, or so it speaks
Whispers echo, down the halls
Footsteps tread, as darkness falls

The air is thick with a sense of dread
As if the house itself, wants us dead
Shadows dance, in the flickering light
And every sound, fills us with fright

The walls seem to breathe, in and out
As if they're alive, and filled with doubt
Doors slam shut, of their own accord
As if to keep us, forever stored

In the basement, a presence lurks
A sinister energy, that always smirks
It whispers secrets, that chill the bones
And drags us down, to the unknown

The attic hides a cursed past
Of long-dead souls, that couldn't last
They scream and moan, in agony
Their tortured souls, forever to be

The windows rattle, with every gust
As if the house, is about to combust
The floorboards creak, beneath our feet
As if the house, wants us to meet

Our fate, in a final showdown
With the spirits, that cannot be bound
In the haunted house, we are trapped
Forevermore, in a nightmare wrapped

The walls close in, as we try to flee
But the house, won't let us be
Our screams echo, in a deafening roar
As the house claims us, forevermore.