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Post by Kahlessa on Oct 31, 2007 7:21:38 GMT -5
Have a happy Halloween everyone! Here’s a nice poem I found in an old book: “The Haunted House”By Vic Crume Not a window was broken And the paint wasn’t peeling, Not a porch step sagged— Yet there was a feeling That beyond the door And into the hall This was the house of No one at all. No one who breathed Nor laughed, nor ate Nor said “I love” Nor said “I hate.” Yet something walked Along the stair Something that was And wasn’t there. And that is why weeds On the path grow high, And even the moon Races fearfully by— For something walks Along the stair— Something that is And isn’t there.
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Post by Lukaran on Nov 17, 2007 14:28:01 GMT -5
Cool poem, Kahlessa! I once worked at a library that was supposed to be haunted in the basement storage area. I never saw anything but I didn't spend very much time down there if I could help it. It was probably my imagination, but it gave me the creeps!!!
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