By Siddhant Neyyan
That House on Winnegan Street,
The one, no one dared go near
For each step forward, was a step filled with fear.
Black and tall, surrounded by swirling storm clouds
We all knew the horrors inside,
And the mortal laws, to abide.
But there was always someone,
Who thought, he was, the 'Chosen One',
Who dared defy, the mortal laws,
Who went and stepped in the house.
Most ran out, like a mouse,
But some never came, out the same.
Never think it's a game,
And never ever step in...
That House on Winnegan Street,
For who knows, what horrors you will meet.
By Siddhant Neyyan
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