Visiting a haunted house
With a buried sense of thrill
Seeking spooky apparitions
The kind that bring a chill
No groans, no moans, no bumpy bumps
No shrieks or scary hoots
No Casper Jasper malice
To freeze me solid in my boots
Somehow, the atmosphere had died
Perhaps the ghouls’ day off
Devoid of creaks and cold spots
Not a whisper or a cough
I left the house of hideous dread
Dismayed by lack of revenant jolts
The very least, I hoped a scary wraith
Around some striking lightning bolts
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