"The Haunting of Elmwood House"
In the town of Elmwood, there was a house,
A place of horror, quiet as a mouse.
It stood alone, on a hill so high,
And every night, it made folks sigh.
The house was cursed, or so they say,
With spirits that never went away.
They whispered secrets, in the dark of night,
And made folks tremble, with fright.
The first clue lies within a rhyme,
A message that's hidden, every time.
Find the words that don't belong,
And rearrange them, until they're strong.
Now take those words, and set them free,
For the next clue, they will soon be.
The year the house was built, you see,
Is hidden within, but where could it be?
Count the letters in each line,
And you'll discover, the year just fine.
The answer's there, for those who seek,
A puzzle that's daunting, yet not weak.
The spirits in the house, they roam and play,
A haunting that's there, night and day.
But one clue to help solve the game,
The answer lies in a hidden name.
Take each first letter, of the words that rhyme,
And put them together, in their prime.
Then read them backwards, one by one,
And the name is revealed, when you're done.
The puzzle is complete, but beware,
The haunting of Elmwood House, still lingers there.
For those who dare to enter, and seek,
The spirits may haunt, and make you weak.
So if you're ever in Elmwood town,
And pass by the house, with a frown,
Remember the puzzle, that's hidden within,
And the horror that lurks, in the wind.
