There is a house with a black door
Beyond the black door there is a room
The story is, that the room is haunted. Simple and pure
I walked down the corridor lit by candlelight
following directions, to the left, then up one flight
I keyed and pushed open, the black door
The hinges creaked, the room was dark, and the dankness reeked
The shadows were dancing in the candlelight
The room was cold, and my breath was tight
I hurried and started to light more candles, one by one
But they started flickering out, before I was done
And that is how, I spent the entire night
Lighting candles to ease my fright
Oh, was I happy when morning came
I hurried out in all my shame
And although I didn’t see the ghost
Let me make this very clear
That room was haunted,
If only by fear!
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Nothing to fear but fear itself...... Willyweed and Winston..........
Good thing UK had Chruchhill a true hero of mine. Thank you my fair lady I appreciate you ww
A fine write ww. Put a shilling in the leccy metre and you'll be able to see what ya doing. It'll save ya all that fumbling in the dark! lol.
can you loan me a shilling, cause have no idea how much that may be in US thanks O I do appreciate the read. ww
Erm yes lol. Well it's 5 pence in the UK - it was a shilling in old UK money! You'll need a bit more than 5 pence though, which is probably about 2 cents!
A great write, Willy! It kept me at the edge of my seat reading it! An enjoyable read! Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
you are welcome Laura, thanks for the save. ww
The mind is a master at playing games - super work Willy.
ye s it is Michael. thank you. ww
Thanks WILLY ~ The fact of the matter is we are always haunted by the Ghosts of our own IMAGINATION ~ Thanks for scaring ~ Yours BRIAN
yes people imagine all sorts of false for them selfs as excuses. ww
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