Do you know the house

With the dodgy green door?

It was once someone's dream

Some long time before

It must've been grand

Way back in the day

But now it's just falling

Left wasting away

The lawn has grown wild

The porch wood decayed

Even the old car

Once blue, has worn grey

To her it seemed shameful

To let such art fade

And unlike the townies

She was left unafraid

"I don't believe that!"

She said with conviction

"Ghouls and ghosts are for kids."

"Monsters just live in fiction."

They all tried to warn her

"Stay away from that place!"

"Keep it out of your mind, Dear."

"Y'know, Just incase."

We all know how this goes

Lucy, she didn't listen

By approach of the next night

She'd made her decision

So, with camera in hand

Lucy strode up the walk

Snapping dozens of pictures

"If this old house could talk..."

Most the windows were boarded

Half the porch posts were leaning

She joked with herself

"It could use a good cleaning."

The front door swung open

With almost no hem and haw

And when she stepped inside

Couldn't believe what she saw

Despite all the grime

All the leaves, moss, and mold

The house was still furnished

Such a sight to behold

It was as if they'd all vanished

Whoever they were

From pictures on walls

To a closet of furs

Even stranger, she thought

As her adventure went on

There was no sign of vandals

"Had no looters come and gone?"

Still the table was set

All the china untouched

"That's odd," she whispered

To her camera she clutched

As the light died outside

She moved a bit quicker

Then her heart skipped a beat

When she heard a faint snicker

"It's all in your head"

She attempted to ease

"They've all just spooked you."

"It was rustling leaves."

That's when she heard it

Her whole body froze

Her skin turned pale white

On her neck the hairs rose

It sounded like breathing

Quite heavy, she thought

Like something was watching

Just out of eyeshot

It stopped just as suddenly

And the quiet returned

Lucy let out a sigh

Her stomach churned

Lucy had to admit now

That something was off

As dread filled her chest

She could no longer just scoff

She didn't know why

But she headed upstairs

Stealing herself briefly

She said a few prayers

Upstairs the floor creaked

Beneath each footfall

Her heart hammered harshly

Against her rib's walls

At the end of the hallway

She came to a room

The only closed door there

Her dread turned to doom

But drunk with curiosity

She opened up the door

She found the room empty

Except a note on the floor

She picked it up slowly

Reading out what she found

"Don't believe in monsters?"

"Well then don't turn around!"