The Haunted Hotel Room
Will you volunteer to stay there?
The Haunted Hotel Room
Within these walls, a tale unfolds,
Of whispers faint and shadows cold.
A room where time forgets to flow,
Where unseen footsteps come and go.
The air hangs thick, a heavy sigh,
A chill beneath the midnight sky.
The creak of floors, the groan of doors,
A presence felt, forever yours.
The mirror’s face reflects the past,
Ghostly figures fleeting, fast.
A candle flickers, though unlit,
As if by unseen hands, it’s lit.
The clock strikes twelve, the room turns cold,
A time when spirits are reborn.
They drift through walls, they hum, they wail,
Each one with its forgotten tale.
So dare you stay and face the gloom,
Of this haunted hotel room?
For those who linger, want you to fear,
The secrets held where ghosts stand ear
It your choice to stay or leave how,
Get out while you can, run away
Forget this hotel and your stay this night
Tomorrow they will be gone by day lights call
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Chilling and offering hope. Well Done!!!
This poem has a chilling charm! That ending is a perfect spine-tingler—offering both a warning and a fleeting glimmer of hope. A wonderfully spooky piece!