The House

And the night whispered in fear, far away in the woods a dilapidated shack 

Longed for a guest, fire in the inglenook,

Pirouetting enjoying in the chillness of wintery dusk,

The group headed towards given a deaf ear to nature's warnings,

Creaky doors welcomed them and a mirror with cobwebs greeted the young tourists,

Started - they filming the house as once 

Started rolling camera shrill voices emerged from the mirror,

Approached - they near to it despite carrying their heart in hands,

The mirror started puking blood, startled - they ran for life, 

Doors closed themselves, unable to infer and what could be the answer,

They went near to mirror holding the courage and started to look into,

Where a gruesome the incident unfolded, the slaying of the family by bloody bastards.

While they looked at images promised themselves to bring justice to members of the house,

And the doors made them the way and the mirror reflected the present as the night unveiled the day...