Do you know the house
With the dodgy green door?
It was once someone's dream
Some long time before
It must've been grand
Way back in the day
But now it's just falling
Left wasting away
The lawn has grown wild
The porch wood decayed
Even the old car
Once blue, has worn grey
To her it seemed shameful
To let such art fade
And unlike the townies
She was left unafraid
"I don't believe that!"
She said with conviction
"Ghouls and ghosts are for kids."
"Monsters just live in fiction."
They all tried to warn her
"Stay away from that place!"
"Keep it out of your mind, Dear."
"Y'know, Just incase."
We all know how this goes
Lucy, she didn't listen
By approach of the next night
She'd made her decision
So, with camera in hand
Lucy strode up the walk
Snapping dozens of pictures
"If this old house could talk..."
Most the windows were boarded
Half the porch posts were leaning
She joked with herself
"It could use a good cleaning."
The front door swung open
With almost no hem and haw
And when she stepped inside
Couldn't believe what she saw
Despite all the grime
All the leaves, moss, and mold
The house was still furnished
Such a sight to behold
It was as if they'd all vanished
Whoever they were
From pictures on walls
To a closet of furs
Even stranger, she thought
As her adventure went on
There was no sign of vandals
"Had no looters come and gone?"
Still the table was set
All the china untouched
"That's odd," she whispered
To her camera she clutched
As the light died outside
She moved a bit quicker
Then her heart skipped a beat
When she heard a faint snicker
"It's all in your head"
She attempted to ease
"They've all just spooked you."
"It was rustling leaves."
That's when she heard it
Her whole body froze
Her skin turned pale white
On her neck the hairs rose
It sounded like breathing
Quite heavy, she thought
Like something was watching
Just out of eyeshot
It stopped just as suddenly
And the quiet returned
Lucy let out a sigh
Her stomach churned
Lucy had to admit now
That something was off
As dread filled her chest
She could no longer just scoff
She didn't know why
But she headed upstairs
Stealing herself briefly
She said a few prayers
Upstairs the floor creaked
Beneath each footfall
Her heart hammered harshly
Against her rib's walls
At the end of the hallway
She came to a room
The only closed door there
Her dread turned to doom
But drunk with curiosity
She opened up the door
She found the room empty
Except a note on the floor
She picked it up slowly
Reading out what she found
"Don't believe in monsters?"
"Well then don't turn around!"
