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Mireya Martinez - Nov 3
The Haunted House
A haunted house stands tall
Shadow visible to the eye,
As one goes closer
Stories unfold
Secrets and spirits
Lie beneath the creaky floors
Mysteries and terrors inside too
As one steps in
One hears the whispers
Late at night,
Not just a dream,
Instead where shadows creep
Each room shares a story
The haunted house is still
Oh what a thrill
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