The window in that house was always closed
And the front door
That showed all of the family positions was always open.
No one ever came in it our out of it,
But mail and the newspaper were delivered and recycled.
However no one dared to approach the house.
Some say that it was haunted,
Some say that it did not have air conditioning.
A contest entry
- ~*~Be My Muse~*~ by Zane Rose.
800 points, ended January 18, 21 entries
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