The haunting

A Poem by Eva

maybe you will like it maybe you won't

I moved into a house
i never knew before
and all i saw was a mouse
i felt a breeze
a breeze so rough
that i could even freeze
i walked up the stairs
and heard some laughing
it was in the air
i looked in the room
it was coming from
to find nothing only my doom
2 years have passed
and i hate this house
to find that i was last
i looked at the stairs
i felt a push instead
everything was fast
to find out that i was dead