As we arrive at Canterville Chase,
We've automatically stepped into a murder case.
An old lady dressed in black,
Summons us inside.
We all look around, saying what is this place?
She sits us down and serves us tea,
I can feel her eyes boaring into me.
I wriggle and squirm in my chair,
Feeling the sense of fear, how rare!
By Kimberley Newsome 8NK
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