The New House is a spooky poem for kids about a haunted house where something wanders the halls… Something that is and isn’t there. It was written by an anonymous author.
Not a window was broken
The paint wasn’t peeling
Not a doorstep sagged
Yet there was a feeling
That past the door
And into the hall
This was the house
Of no one at all
No one who laughed
Nor drank nor ate
Nor said “I love”
Nor said “I hate”
Yet, something walked
Upon those stairs
Something that was
And wasn’t there
That’s why the grass
On the path grows high
And even the moon
Races fearfully by
For something walks
Upon those stairs
Something that is
And isn’t there.
CREEPY!!!!