The House on Elm Street By Nadia Bush
It sat alone.
What happened there
is still today unknown.
It is a very
mysterious place,
And inside you can
tell it has a ton of space,
But at the same
time it is bare to the bone.
At night the house
seems to be alive,
Lights flicker on
and off.
I am often tempted
to go to the house,
To just take a look
and see what it is really about,
But fear takes over
me.
I drive past the
house almost every day.
The house seems to
be a bit brighter
On this warm summer
day in May.
It plays with your
mind.
To me I say, it is
one of a kind.
Beside the house
sits a tree.
It never grows
leaves,
Not in the winter,
spring, summer or fall.
It just sits there,
never getting small or ever growing tall,
How could this be?
Rumors are
constantly being made,
And each day the
house just begins to fade.
What happened
inside that house?
I really don't
know.
I guess it will
always be a mystery.
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