The House That Hums

I remain for sale.
The cost is great.

Croons in nuisance,
a house fraught with sin.
It survived, contrasting
the souls within.

Your desire to live
has been rebuffed.

It is lovely to meet you.
I am pleased you're not late.
It is not eternally easy
when greeting your fate.

You approach for a treat
whilst I hoard the trick.

You knew I would
catch you, little one,
with the sweets from hell.
Come, no need to run.

*Written for a Raven's Halloween contest