The kids gaze past the trees.

They gawk the gloomy dark dwelling.

They progress toward,

But Timmy digresses.

“Please, don’t go there,

There’s ghosts.

Don’t disrupt their dwelling,

Turn back.”

Don’t be dejected,

Don’t be timid,

They know panic,

They detect terror.

Timmy goes back.

The big kids proceed.

They barge the door,

but don’t delay departure-

-because the ghosts bellow;

“Kill! Bludgeon! Batter!”