The House

Are you afraid

When you hear the groan?

It’s no one else

But the empty house

It remembers

The joyful shouts

Of the happy children

Cycling on its pathway

On each page of its memory

There are stories

Written in gold letters

Not all happy

Yet there was no dearth of emotion

Now its garden is a wilderness

Three brave souls

Who went there to spend a night

Never came out

Nor was there any trace of them

It’s no tourist spot

That you buy ticket to explore

And enjoy

Beware! Don’t get caught!

The house broods

And lets mystery grow around

 

Submitted to APED Prompt-62 Weekend Wordle#9

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