The Ghost

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    The Ghost

    I travel to a place in the woods.
    I had no idea what might lie beyond these woods.
    As I approach a house I heard some voices whispering.
    "Yes, she's the one."
    "she looks quite tasty."
    I tried my hardest not to listen to those pester calls.
    But as I stayed there, it was getting more and more frighten
    The voices kept getting louder and louder.
    Then the voices were followed with a loud
    bang, crash, and whoosh.
    The air was suddenly cold like ice.
    I ran out of that old run down house.
    Not even looking back, but I still could hear them from a distant.
    Now I know why they call the house, "the house of death."

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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