The old haunted home stood right across the street,
It was surrounded by some wicked ravens and some lifeless trees.
The gates were rusted, the garden obsolete,
All the fatigued souls roamed around like a stagnant breeze.
The ghost stories and the screams echoed throughout the town,
Full moon nights saw the abandoned mansion making some eerie sounds,
Some noticed shadows, some recognized the figure of a clown,
None visited the place, it was marked as the devil’s breeding ground.
– Muzaffar Ahmed