Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Winchester House

Widow Winchester was quite rich

From all the Winchester guns sold.

She bought me on a psychic's pitch,

A farm house, and already old.

She added lots of rooms to me,

One hundred and sixty in all,

Including stairs to nowhere be,

And doors open to just a wall.

Obsessed, the Widow lived inside

Of me to assure herself that

I met her plans, the day she died,

She deemed me done as habitat.

Why all the building on me done?

For ghosts of the Winchester gun.