A Colection Of Short Poems

The Haunted Rooms Door

We allmost burnt a tree by trying to get out, we're definetivly gonna die here without a single doubt.

The walls here are from ceeling to the floor, and were locked here behind the Haunted room's door.

The moon shines trought the trees, this night has a cold brease.

Tick-tock we hear the clock, here comes the scary duck saying : quack quack.

The windows here have rusty bars, they were put there in the last two big wars.

I don't wanna die here, those are all my thouts, the walls here are ful of bloody dots.

A person withough a face in a blody suit with a knife took one of my dearest friends life.

I thought I was going to die, while the dude behind me was eating...PIE ?!?

I screamed and run while the murderer was having fun after his work was done.

I heard him catching up to me, why won't he just let me be alive and free?

He took a swing and I felt on the flor right next to the Hounted rooms door.

The blood spread throught the room, while the flowers on the table were in a full red bloom.

That's the horor story of the deadly Hounted room and bloody red flowers bloom.