What People Call A Haunted House

I found a place called the haunted house

With full of superstitions talked all around

Cross the graveyard to enter the door

A layer of dust always covered the floor

A doll kept on the rocking chair

It swings with just a blow of air

The old radio was left turn on

Catching the signal with a squeaking song

The house was closed for several years

The residing bats also brought fear

The old banyan tree beside the wall

Finding its way through the great hall

The tree was big and full of wrinkles

That was to reason for leaves to sprinkle

The scared boy who stepped on the leaf

The crisp sound made him freeze

The appearance of the house was lousy

No one dared to find why it's noisy

The fear always resides inside you

When something occurs out of the blue.