The haunted mansion -Poetic version

Strange things are happening late at night in this old manor lost in time.
Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of the past as a shadow passes by the glass of the windows and they wait until someone raise their faith, show them the light to a better place.
In the livingroom, a phonograph plays on its own as if an invisible hand put a old record on.
The voice is far away and haunting, scary and chilling.
adding to the coldness of the presence in you back.
The one you feel but cannot watch.
It's here, somewhere waiting for a soul to enter the attic so it can feed from the fear it is striking in the heart the desperate and inconscious being who decided to come in.
When midnight strikes on the ancient clock
they better run out of the mansion or they'll run out of luck,
For the monster under the stairs will come out and their mind won't be theirs anymore!