Ssshhh, don't make a sound,
Ssshhh, the devil is abound,
Ssshhh, stay under,
Ssshhh, stay your shudder...

And so the melancholic voices began
there were three of them
without any escape plan!

Unaware they were of the happenings around
in the creepy mansion they were simply abound
none to listen, none to help
presence of someone was constantly being felt!

There they were, in the dead deep silence
the agony slowly arising in each
then when the clock struck 12
and a sheer tune cutting the horrified silence came,
that too was embarked as the sign of gore
for they were ignorant of that infamous mansion's lore!

Lived there once a girl
who was burnt at the stake
for the witches trial period
was then at the wake.
now she dwelt in the house around
nothing to fear of,
now she takes her revenge
but still alone, she searches for someone to befriend!
#WritcoPoemPrompt
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