Haunted Basement Poem

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In the basement, dark and deep,
Where shadows lurk and secrets keep,
Lies a place of eerie dread,
A haunted realm, with whispers said.
The air is icy, chilling cold,
The silence broken, or so I'm told,
By phantom footsteps, echoing faint,
A spectral presence, a ghostly taint.
The walls adorned with peeling paint,
A labyrinth of corridors, a ghostly faint,
Where echoes linger, whispers sigh,
A sense of foreboding, as time ticks by.
A flickering light, a phantom glow,
Leads the way, a spectral show,
But as I follow, my heart pounds fast,
For every step feels like my last.
The floorboards creak, the chains clank,
My mind races, my courage sank,
As I wander deeper, lost in the dark,
I'm enveloped by shadows, eerie and stark.
Glimpses of apparitions, fleeting and pale,
Faces of the past, a ghostly tale,
A cold breath on my neck, a chilling touch,
A feeling of otherworldly clutch.
Whispers echo, laughter rings,
In the haunted basement, where fear sings,
A spectral symphony of eerie fright,
As I navigate through the haunted night.
I try to flee, to find the way out,
But the ghosts surround, they twist and shout,
Their ethereal forms, a haunting sight,
A chilling dance in the dim moonlight.
Till at last, I find the door ajar,
A glimmer of hope, a guiding star,
I rush out, my heart in my throat,
Leaving behind the haunted moat.
But the memories linger, the whispers stay,
Of the haunted basement, where spirits play,
A ghostly tale that will forever be told,
Of the basement, dark and cold.