This house of death

This house of death,
lurking danger up ahead,
sadness fills each room,
with tears in each bed,

in the kitchen,
knives struck to the floor,
cloth with blood stains seem scattered,
with a body all tattered,

as we move to the living room,
we move closer to our doom,
broken vases everywhere,
are body is getting impaired,

we head up through the stairs,
each step the stairs creek,
so dark we cannot see,
we can trip and fall to our death,

we moved on to the bathroom,
an awful smell surrounds us all,
we cannot stay here much longer,
or we will suffocate to our departure,

we head on to the hall way,
where the light is fading away,
we pass through no where,
hoping we will get there,

we had made it to our final destination,
where this house of death begun,
as we opened the door i had the chills,
we had found it then depression in me filled,

the final destination was my bedroom.
this room is the most scariest,
we went to my bed and there we saw,
a dead body cut and sawed,

and now we know this house of death,
we know the one who's hunting for revenge,
go out now run before i kill you,
because i was the person who was left dead in bed,,,
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