The Haunted Mansion

The old mansion stands tall and grand,

But something's eerie about this land,

A feeling of dread that I can't shake,

As though the house has secrets to make.

I walk up the creaking stairs,

Hoping to find answers to my dares,

But as I enter, the door slams shut,

Trapping me in a place that's far from a rut.

The shadows dance across the walls,

And I hear strange whispers in the halls,

My heart races as I look around,

Wondering what terrors are about to abound.

But then a light flickers in the dark,

And I see a figure in the park,

It offers me a way to escape,

And I follow, hoping for my life's sake.

The mansion fades into the night,

And I'm left with a sense of fright,

For even though I made it out alive,

The memories of that place will always thrive.