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Ghost House


Silently it sits,
Waiting for its’ next victim,
To enter its’ realm
Its’ realm of torture,
Where nothing is private,
Where you never truly are alone.
Where your nightmares become reality,
Where you are captivated by the Ghosts.

The Ghosts of life,
Of the memories you are yearning to forget,
Of the times you continue to regret.
These Ghosts are no Casper,
So don’t be fooled by their alluring persuasions.

Be smart! Stay away!
For if you are captured there is no escape!
You are swallowed into the mysterious hauntings of the Ghost House,
Beware of the Ghost house.
Silently it sits waiting for its’ next victim …

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