THE HAUNTED LABLE..................... READ IT YOU WILL REGRET NOT READING IT!!!!!

Houses where men have lived and died,

Some which are labelled a haunted house,

Through the open doors,

The harmless ghost  on their errands glide,

With feet that make no sound upon the creaking wooden floor,

We meet them at the doorway , on the stair,

Along the passages they come and go,

A sense of something tugging at my hair,

And moving to and fro,

Their are more guests at the table than there are host,

As silent as the picture on the wall, 

The stranger at the fireside cannot see,

The forms I see nor hear the sounds I hear,

He but feels what is Paranormal,

All that is visible is now clear.