In a haunted house, darkness consumes the air,
Where blood drips from the walls, a sight too much to bear.
Whispers turn to screams, echoing through the halls,
As the house comes alive, with bone-chilling calls.

Shadows writhe and slither, with eyes that pierce the soul,
Ghosts and demons roam, their presence taking its toll.
Every step you dare, a trap waiting to ensnare,
As the air grows colder, with a scent of death in the air.

The walls are stained with blood, the floors slick with dread,
In this house of horrors, where the living fear to tread.
Monsters and creatures emerge, their hunger never sated,
Ready to feast on your fears, leaving you devastated.

So prepare yourself, my friend, for the horrors that await,
In this haunted house, where nightmares dominate.