Haunted

As I lay in a warm bed in a dark room of an old cursed home, I cant help but feel cold inside even thought the air around is hotter than the muggy wind before a monsoon starts. Before me I spy shadows creeping and darting across the walls of the moonlit room, some shadows lingering just long enough for me to catch a glimpse.
All I hear is a hush of silence echoing through the halls of the house after a door slams in one of the distant rooms.
The old depressed home smells of wet rotting wood that I can taste on my tongue and settling dust that threatens my nose of discomfort. As sleep calls me like a soft serene lullaby , I start to drift off. Blocking the haunting house of scary noises, dark shadows and rusty smells. Blocking the eternity home of many immortal lost souls and spirits.