I enter the gates to the haunted house,
Webs of dust cover the rust,
Crows with red beady eyes flying over and nesting on the roof.
As I look up at the house,
I see it rotting away,
The bricks look as if they’re crumbling.
I enter the house’
It feels cold like ice,
I see white clouds of some unknown thing around me,
A staircase that looks battered and broken.
I try to climb up it,
I see cobwebs and chipped paint
In the haunted house.