Haunted House

Hands that slither along the banister like a cobra,
Alarming noise like a war siren escaping from the silver lounge,
Upstairs, somebody is leaning heavily in a rocking chair,
Nervously you ascend,
Tragic,the front door slams with a shocking crash.
Eerie rash feeling,
Don't go reeling.

Helicopter blaring then a megaphone voice screeching, "Leave the house immediately, I repeat...
OK, you thunder,
Underneath you are growing horns,
Speechless,feet turn to rubber and
Eyes water as you blubber for help.