The Haunted House Poem by Drashti Drashti

In the dead of night, As the moon shone bright, I walked past a house, That gave me a fright.
The windows were cracked, The shutters were creaked, The paint was all peeled, Like it's seen worse than bleak.
I heard a faint sound, In the silence profound, A whisper, a moan, Was someone around?
I entered the house, As quiet as a mouse, The floorboards would groan, With every little souse.
The air was so thick, I was feeling sick, And then I saw it, A ghostly stick.
It floated around, No feet on the ground, A voice soft and cold, My heart almost drowned.
I fled from that place, With tears on my face, The haunted house won, In that scary race.
So beware of that house, In the dead of night, It's not just a house, But a terrible fright.