The Whispering Walls in Shadows Deep
The whispering walls in shadows deep,
Where moonlight fails,
An old house stands, its structure frail.
The whispering walls hold secrets untold,
Of ghosts within, forever cold.
Each creaking floor, a mournful sigh,
As unseen spirits wander by.
A chilling breeze, a spectral touch,
Reminds the living, life’s not much.
The portraits stare with eyes of dread,
Their painted smiles, now long since dead.
A rocking chair in empty room,
Moves by itself, sealed to its doom.
Footsteps echo, soft and slow,
A phantom’s dance, a haunting show.
The mirrors reflect what once has been,
A nightmare world, a twisted scene.
Beware the house, if you dare roam,
For in its grasp, you’re never home.
The whispering walls will seal your fate,
In this haunted place, it’s far too late.
—Christian, grade 10
Margarita Muñiz Academy in Jamaica Plain
Excerpted from The Mind of the Abyss: Mysteries and Tiny Terrors, Short Stories Written by Tenth Grade Students from Margarita Muñiz Academy
What gives you that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach? We’re all afraid of things such as spiders, animatronics, the dark, the ocean, uncertainty, and more.
Published: May 2026 by 826 Boston Publications.
