by Karma Wilson
We go peeking, peeking, peeking
in the broken-down, old window.
We go sneaking, sneaking, sneaking
up the stairrway, throught the door.
Old boards start cracking, creaking
as we walk on tippy-toe.
A mouse starts squeaking, squeaking
in his hole there by the floor.
Wait, a voice is speaking!
Deep and dark, it says so clear,
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?
WHY ARE YOU HERE!?
WHY ARE YOU HERE!?!?"
We go shrieking, shrieking, shrieking
down the stairs, back out the door!
And I promise, we aren't going to
that haunted house no more!
from What's the Weather Inside? by Karma Wilson, illustrations by Barry Blitt, 2009, Simon & Schuster
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