English At Rabin Junior High

The Haunted House

by Vic Crume

 

Not a window was broken

And the paint wasn’t peeling,

Not a porch step sagged--

Yet there was a feeling

That beyond the door

And into the hall

This was a house of

No one at all.

No one breathed
Nor laughed, nor ate

Nor said "I love,"

Nor said "I hate."
 

Yet something walked

Along the stair

Something that was

And wasn’t there.
...

And that is why weeds

On the path grow high,

And even the moon

Races fearfully by--

For something walks
Along the stair--

Something that is

And isn’t there.