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The House Next Door

The House Next Door
Jude Parker



The house next door where everyone knows
The house next door where nobody goes
Its white bricks are cracked and old
Keep well away from it, I’ve been told
Its windows are black and look like a face
The person who lived there vanished without trace
To go round there would be bold
They say the garden’s unsettling and cold
No smoke rises from the chimney
To knock on the door would be considered as silly
But the most scary thing about the house next door
Much more scary than the windows and doors
Is that every night when I’m asleep
I hear voices and noises that make me weep
And what do these noises and voices say?
‘Let me out, I want to play.’


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