The Haunted House On Mulberry Street

It happens every year, about this time
In the house on Mulberry Street,
On October thirty first, there was a crime
Of the murder of John Caprice.
The house stands vacant, ever since that night
Has been for many years,
No one dares to go by, with all their fright
And all the chilling fears.

On Halloween night, the eeriness begins
With all the evil sounds,
The banging of doors, the chandalier spins
And the howling of baying hounds.
Lights flickering, screams shrieking loud
With the spirit of John Caprice,
Lightning strikes, with a thunderous cloud
His soul is not at peace.

He will never rest, till he gets revenge
Of the person who took his life,
He loves her so, he can't wait to avenge
His murderer was his wife.
When she gets freed, of the insanity charge
He knows she'll come back here,
Then he will plot, his loving letharge
And fill her full of fear.

A year gone by and she is set free
Standing in front of the house,
Looking it over, all she can see
All was quiet as a mouse.
With suitcase in hand, she walks through the gate
Not knowing what lies ahead,
Soon, darkness will fall, she'll meet her fate
When John comes back from the dead.

All dusty inside, cobwebs hang from the rafts
Nothing changed when she left,
All visions of rage, come in like a draft
The night of Johns death.
The sun sets, darkness begins to wake
Then the eeriness begins to arise,
She gets startled, she hears a glass break
It should come as no surprise.

With the little teases, he conjures up more
To scare her to death,
He'll seek his revenge, for what's in store
With what he has left.
A door shuts loudly, he begins a long moan
As he lowly calls out her name,
"Maaaarrryyyy..." with a long drone
"I'm glad that you came."

"John? Is that you? I'm sorry my love
It was a jealous rage."
"Silence." said the voice from above
"For you will pay the wage."
As his spirit flew down, she was full of fright
As he reached inside her chest,
"You never let me explain, what happened that night
This is what I loved best."

As he held her heart, beating in his hand
Her body fell to the floor,
As her spirit rises, in front of him she stands
"I'll still love you forever more."
As demons rise up, they take her soul
And they take her to hell,
Now John can rest, he's achieved his goal
The house is now for sale.

That is a very creative, interesting write, (((Robert)))!! I love it!! Thanx for sharing!

very entertaining robert

WOW - what an excellent combination of a poem/story put together......

Halloween is certainly one of your super specialties!!!!!

Thank you ladies for taking the time to read this and glad you enjoyed it.

Totally awesome, it was great