Poems (9)

The haunted house on the hill

The haunted house on the hill 

Always gave me a chilly thrill 

Life was a living hell 

There was always a cry, shout, or yell 

Yet nobody would believe 

All the things that happened to me 

Years went by and scars fade 

But I'll never forget the way it made me feel 

That haunted house on the hill



It was a scary sight 

To see ghosts beside your bed during the night 

I would keep my eyes closed 

And pray it would go away 

but it stayed and stayed 

I was just a little girl 

Living in a toxic cruel world 

I try not to dwell 

But inside the house was a living hell 

The haunted house on the hill