Tormented

How can anyone explain that night ?

To speak of those events fills me with fright

The run-down manor house, creaky and old

Was certainly only a place for the bold

I decided to stay to see if stories were true

Of ghosts and spectres which torment you !

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I awoke in pitch blackness to a peculiar smell 

The origin of the pungent aroma I couldn't tell

I rose from slumber and lit a candle to investigate

What hovered there stared at me with hate

A menacing vision of a blood soaked farmhand

Pointing, whispering words I couldn't understand.

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As my attention was fixed on that before me

Further strange occurrences came to be

The bed rocked and a chair slid across the floor

I wasn't going to wait to see what was in store

I ran from that dwelling as fast as I ever will

Knowing for sure that apparition wished me ill.