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.