The Cursed Mansion: A Tale of Horror and Sorrow

The old mansion stood alone and forlorn,

A relic of a time long gone,

But whispers of its dark past still lingered,

A legacy of horror and sorrow.

The walls were covered in ivy and vines,

The windows boarded up tight,

But every now and then a light would flicker,

And the darkness seemed to come alive.

People said the mansion was cursed,

Haunted by the spirits of the dead,

And no one dared to enter its gates,

For fear of what lay ahead.

But one day a curious soul did venture,

Past the gates and up the stairs,

And as they stepped inside the mansion,

They felt a presence everywhere.

The air was thick with an eerie silence,

And the walls seemed to pulse and breathe,

And as they explored the mansion's depths,

They felt their heart start to seethe.

The creaking of the floorboards,

The whispers of the ghosts,

Every sound seemed to echo and reverberate,

As they tried to flee from the host.

But the doors slammed shut behind them,

And they were trapped within the walls,

With the spirits of the mansion's past,

Haunting their every call.

The darkness seemed to swallow them whole,

And they could feel the cold embrace,

Of the ghosts that lurked within,

In this unholy, cursed place.

As the night wore on, the terror grew,

And they could hear the spirits' mournful cries,

But just when they thought it was the end,

They saw a glimmer of light in the skies.

The dawn broke over the mansion's ruins,

And the curious soul emerged unscathed,

But the memory of the horror they faced,

Will forever haunt them until their grave.

For the mansion still stands, alone and forlorn,

A relic of a time long gone,

And whispers of its dark past still linger,

A legacy of horror and sorrow, never gone.