The House Upon the Hill
by: Michael Vanderhoof
I pass it by so regular, on any given day.
A shiver will engulf me, as I journey on my way.
What really ever happened there, are the stories even true?
To think I almost entered once, as kids sometimes will do.
But terror got the best of me, on that long cold autumn night.
The dares at first kept prompting me, but I gave into my fright.
For when I got so close that time, I was spirited away…
The feeling all too sinister, and I felt I couldn’t stay.
Many years have come and gone, but my feelings still the same.
Something here’s unsettling, since the last time that I came.
Even on the sunniest day, or the darkest of the night.
This house just sits here waiting, as if to prove it’s might.
I admit my intimidation, as I pass by on the street.
So will many others, practically everyone you meet.
They each will have a story, or some folklore to explore.
Most with true experience, as they tried to pass its door.