The Damned Next Door (Halloween Poem)

DAY 11 of my 13 Halloween themed poems! Today's edition is wondering what its like living next door to a haunted house. Spooky stuff.
Enjoy!

Be sure to check out the other DAYS here; DAY 1, DAY 2, DAY 3, DAY 4, DAY 5, DAY 6, DAY 7, DAY 8, DAY 9, and DAY 10.

THE DAMNED NEXT DOOR

There is a knocking, a persistant knocking,

coming from the house next door.

And with each knock, there is a rocking,

shaking at all four of its walls.

Living in that house? No one, not a soul.

Which makes the knocking all the more shocking,

and to question its other worldly goal.

The noise at night is even worse,

hearing voices deep in conversation.

Plotting, and scheming to aid the curse,

hysterical in its amalgamation.

The neighbouring couple foolishly listen

to each disembodied sound.

Unbeknownst in fueling the mission,

and keeping the spirits around.

A howl, a shriek, the cries of anguish

and despair.

Exhuming a dead smell that reeks,

and filling the dusty air.

With no way in to the haunted

premises, the rattling will not cease.

A failed attempt to contact these

menaces, will not find peace.