Brook Manor

A house stood vacant,

Alone and unaccompanied,

The residents around it, said,

Their souls it affected

The house was haunted,

Everyone knew for sure,

The inhabitants of Salem,

At the first chance they got changed shores

Still some remained,

The poorest of the poor, 

And the deeply unfortunate,

Keeping their faith and locking their door

The house was cursed,

Not was the land,

The good people stayed away,

And led their lives as planned

Until the arrival of Fatima,

Peace prevailed,

But soon it was about to change,

The actions of the girl would leave the town derailed

She coaxed her friends to come with her,

The four of them then dared,

Entered they did the sinister house,

Not for their lives they cared

The ambience was eerie,

Not a sound could be heard,

Wend they did, further inside,

Only to find that nothing stirred

The air was stingy,

It smelled of rotten eggs,

The girls relaxed,

And rested their tired legs

Laugh they did at the town,

And their own fears.

The haunting was just a tale,

So that none come near

As dusk arrived,

The girls went home,

That moonless night,

Was when the shadows decided to roam

For unknown to the girls,

They were now possessed,

Their minds were nothing but toys,

And their bodies would act as addressed

At midnight they rose,

And ventured out,

Burning houses and buildings,

Destroying everything in their sight

When once the girls were ebullient,

Now they were only zombies,

The good people of Salem guessed,

It was time to change counties

The next day all went silent,

The town was deserted and all of its houses,

The four girls though could not be found,

They sat in Brook Manor, waiting to be roused