vacancy

At the end of the road An old Victorian house stills alone Vacant and empty With no signs of the previous family I dare to step inside Its eerineness it can not hide My hands tremble as I open the door Cobwebs fill the room and floor Moonlight shines in a broken window Giving the room an iridescent glow As I get to the mantle I am frozen by fear I realize I'm not the only one here All I remember is the door upstairs slammed And I ran.