A Rumored House ~Saavanna Satheesan ‘Beneath the red moon, the house stood tall, In solitude, in ruins, weathered and worn. As noontide faded, dusk began to fall, And from its depths, a spirit was born.’ I wanted to visit the rumored place So that’s what I planned for that day I packed my bag and was on my way And walked into the woods, a big black space I reached the house, my head in daze Not a soul alive, not a cry in pain So I entered the house all so brave But never did I know that was bane Just when I thought, ‘This house was okay Something moved down the hallway And when I tried to run away A vase tipped over, right my way A shiver cascaded down my spine A chilling touch, a spirit’s sign A whisper blew into my ear ‘Come to me, I am near’ I turned around, fearing death But then I felt a soft spoken breath There stood she, draped in white Hair down, head upright She came towards me and held me tight