Somewhere, a bat shrieks
Underneath me, the floorboards creak
My only candle starts to gutter
In the dark, I hear a mutter
The candle flickers, then goes out
Upstairs, I hear a shout
The air around me is so cold
I know the house is very old
Cobwebs grab me as I run
I am not having any fun
Up ahead, I see some light
Just what I need in my plight
But it is not as I detected
But, of course, to be expected
A shining figure in the black
A ghost, I think, turning back
I run as I have never before
And soon I find the old front door
I race out into the cloudy night
Panting with fatigue and fright
I think, as it starts to rain
I am not going in there again
Even if I was a mouse
I would not enter the Haunted House
(Leon Reynolds)