Haunted House

Shadows of witches flying over head
Catching a glimpse of them every time they cross the moon
I can see the outline of them on their broom

A black cat will cross my path
This I do dread
For it has been said that nothing good will come from it

An icy chill shoots down my spine
It's getting late, it's nearly a quarter past nine
Hurry, hurry don't be late
Moving swiftly to the gate
Once reached, I freeze with fear

I hear the rusty squeak of the backyard swing
The creaking floorboards of a once loved porch
Give way to a door that has been shut for decades
The windows reflecting the street light glow
For a moment, trick the imagination into believing the home to be warm

The drapes that hang from the windows now appear torn
The welcome home mat warn from the many years of use
The blue faded rocking chair had seen it's fair share of abuse

Am I knocking on the front door?
What purpose it would serve I do not know
For the family that had once belonged here has since packed up and gone

Along came foot steps from behind the door
I could not move, my legs worked no more
The knob turned slowly, slowly

Heart is pounding, heart is racing
Am I going crazy?

Door is opening,
Hear it creak?
Door is opening
Lets take a peak
It's a..
It's a..

Boo!