“Spook House”

spooks prowl about as

ghost chains rattle in

cobweb corridors and

dusty corners of ancient

rooms long uninhabited

by the living, floors

creaking mysteriously as

doors open and close

all on their own in

this phantasmagorical

landscape where the

unreal becomes real and

nothing is as it seems,

this spook house spectacle,

the comings and goings

in this, my haunted mind

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