by Xander Riley
My baby sister wets the bed
Whenever she gets scared.
But the little bugger won't back down,
From any kind of dare.
My friends and I snuck in her room
And stole her favorite doll.
We took it to the Freeman house
And threw it in the hall.
That house was haunted by the ghost
Of mean old Crusty Kevin.
The stories say that he's the one
Who sent ten kids to heaven.
The house is empty and run down,
No one would want to live there.
The back yard leads into the woods
Where some have seen a bear.
Little Sarah took the dare
And walked in with a grin.
Now I'm haunted every day -
She was never seen again.
© Copyright 2011 Xander Riley