Trapped Spirits

The old house held memories,
And the curses of the past.
It's wooden planks seeped despair,
And screams of terror none hear.

From sad cracked windows
Invisible eyes blankly stare,
Wishing for the freedom
From within the four-wall snare.

An upside-down pentagram in the basment lay
Ready to take on the evil satanic play.
They say that's where the sacrifices were made,
And where spirits are trapped, still to this day.

Lights flicker beneath the door,
Sounds increase, while energy soars.
Demonic growls are often heard
That'll fill you with fear, that's assured.

And though the house cries out for help,
No one will enter, scared to get trapped
Or have spirits grow attached,
And be taken home where they'll attack.

Burn down the house,
Set the chained spirits free,
While sending the others
Back to where they used to be.

(24n lines)

Written for "Spirits at Lighthouses Contest"  [13+]
"What do you see in the window, as you walk past it?" Write a poem with these words.
Old House, Lights Flicker, Basement, Door