Imelda

It once was told a house was built upon a silent hill, and stood there in the shadows now for many, many years

It's true to say that many often passed the door that filled them with an inner dread that preyed upon their deepest, darkest fears

But long ago this very place was home to sweet Imelda, who would run around its structure through the dark and empty halls 

It's said she had a gift, and she would see them as they freely moved around the house, then disappear behind the solid walls

No one ever visited, and as the seasons hurried by, a lonely woman lived within this dark and damp abode  

And with the passing years, the cracks and peeling paint were of an age in which this shadowed home of hers was miserably showed 

When passers by came close they'd hear the sobbing of Imelda, that would break the heart of any living thing that came to care

But all would keep their distance, as the fear was overwhelming... Imelda had her demons who were locked away in there

The voices that were heard were incoherent in a whisper, like the wind that sent a frozen finger running down a spine 

The sun would never shine upon the broken tiled rooftop, and the passers by would see this as a supernatural sign

So poor Imelda passed away and no one mourned her sorry soul, but still her sobs are heard as though she never really died 

And to this day not one has ever had the nerve to turn the handle of the creaking door of hers and visit her inside