There once was a house that sat atop of a hill
Children would enter to look for a thrill
“A family lived there!” Peter said.
“The father went crazy and cut off their head!”
“Ghosts aren’t real but I’d rather not know.”
“Emily, you’re a baby now come on, let’s go.”
As they entered the house the floors cried in pain.
Blood ran down the walls as the kids went insane.
Within the walls a man emerged from the cracks
It was old man Johnson brandishing an axe.
With a grin on his face he looked at them and said
”Come into my domicile and you lose your head.”
Kids best heed the words said in this poem
For a place with a ghost isn’t a haunted house but a home.
Lorne Bronstein