Van Keuren Manor Pt. 1
I tip toe around
I hear banter.
What is happening here
at Van Keuren Manor?
Who goes there?
She says.
I shift around
Into the darkness
I am not found.
Footsteps creep closer
I turn and hide
Against the oak wall
In the hallway I reside.
I peak around the corner
Beyond my disguise
Before the trap door
A body lies.
Who is this woman
that lurks alone?
In the dark of night
And the killer unknown.
A dead man on the floor
Yet I hear laughter.
A party goes on
Inside this manor.
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