the garden so still and eerily.
Approaching the manor door so readily .
I peek inside, the cobwebs lay so beautifully.
So spooky, so scary, so beautiful with it's tranquillity.
The moonlight shone on the outline of the grand staircase.
Curtains drew diagonally across the window; like a scarface.
i crept along the creaking boards as the nails heaved underneath them.
Then i saw it, so dark, so ugly and it's deformed face stared at me: Ben
It carried a gold knife encrusted with a single gem.
He breathed like and unwanted omen rising from the dead
As he crawled along the ancient boards creaking like a shed.
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