The Ghost
I travel to a place in the woods.
I had no idea what might lie beyond these woods.
As I approach a house I heard some voices whispering.
"Yes, she's the one."
"she looks quite tasty."
I tried my hardest not to listen to those pester calls.
But as I stayed there, it was getting more and more frighten
The voices kept getting louder and louder.
Then the voices were followed with a loud
bang, crash, and whoosh.
The air was suddenly cold like ice.
I ran out of that old run down house.
Not even looking back, but I still could hear them from a distant.
Now I know why they call the house, "the house of death."
I had no idea what might lie beyond these woods.
As I approach a house I heard some voices whispering.
"Yes, she's the one."
"she looks quite tasty."
I tried my hardest not to listen to those pester calls.
But as I stayed there, it was getting more and more frighten
The voices kept getting louder and louder.
Then the voices were followed with a loud
bang, crash, and whoosh.
The air was suddenly cold like ice.
I ran out of that old run down house.
Not even looking back, but I still could hear them from a distant.
Now I know why they call the house, "the house of death."
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