Mulberry Lane

the house was old and rotting, but rather plain
it stood at the far end of winding Mulberry Lane
it's only neighbor's; densely unpopulated woods
she arrived alone, as the rules said she should

the house had no backyard, just a steep rocky cliff
there was a stench of death, noticable the first whiff
she only had to stay until morning to win the bet
but a dare she was already beginning to regret

in the living room she heard a noise, she went to look
stunned, she watched an unassisted floating book
she followed it as it made it's way across the room
balanced itself on top of a cobwebbed covered broom

convinced it was a stunt, the house couldn't be haunted
sent there by friends who for years teased and taunted
she'd spend the night thinking of a better, scarier prank
'cause when it came to jokes, they always tried to out rank

suddenly the book flew through the air and down the hall
with such great speed it gave her heart a bit of a stall
the book entered a bedroom and slammed the door
slammed the door...how was that possible... she fell to the floor

scared to death and miles from nowhere with no transportation
night about to fall, it was clear there would be no relaxation
she began lighting candles one room at a time to help ease her mind
but as she circled back she was shocked at what she would find

the candles not only were no longer lit, but still looked brand new
the wicks still white, unburnt, as if she had never been through
so she lit them again and started her treck once more
again, when circling back, it was if they came out of a store

why had she choosen the option of coming alone... so very dumb
she stood terrified with no friend and the night was still young
maybe she could use a childhood trick that worked on holidays
go to bed early and hurry to sleep to help pass the time away

she made her way to the bedroom, the book was still inside
she wondered if it would mind if for the night she would reside
carefully she walked passed it, turned the sheets down on the bed
the book began to rise and she froze in suspense with dread

but the book gently floated to the bed and laid upon the sheet
as if to say, "I'll keep you company, it's time the two of us meet."
she looked at the title, ' The haunting of Mulberry Lane'
this was not her perferred reading if she were to remain sane

climbing upon the matress with the greatest of fear
clearly the dumbest move she would make all year
before she could even straighten both her legs
the sheets lifted, then covered her, as if held up by pegs

no longer could she contain herself and let out a scream
this was much more than a prank, or so it did seem
and with her screach, the bed began a vigorous rock
there were sounds of footsteps, at the door a loud knock

the room turned ice cold, she pulled the covers over her head
she was terror stricken, then violently thrown from the bed
"Stop it!", she yelled, "I honestly can't take anymore!"
that's when she heard her parents, "unlock your bedroom door!"