The House In The Frozen Wasteland
By Connor
I stood looking down toward it.
The haunted and rather dull building
I felt as though I was in a pit.
A pit of distress and fear of whatever was there.
It was exciting and oh so disturbing
That pathway toward the house was curving.
In truth, this house I knew.
I wondered why something would think to haunt me.
I stood and watched as something flew.
The landscape was green, but the house was orange.
As I looked and saw the ghost
I realized that I was toast.
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