Ahhhhhhh! (haunted half left brained)

Forward through the tangled twisted vines
wrapped in moonlit tree arms and spider spit
A web of deceit - that way
A web of lies, I.e slightly hanging fingers on the bone-cracked drawer of a grave with half a name .. ‘Something D. Hargreaves’ -This way
..he must have been caught up in a night crawling, or the teeth of a hallway,  poor soul
Momentarily, as all things are! blood will spill down a spiral staircase and drip across the corridor of eyes, toward a spine-splitting library (you take their books and they liquefy you) a fair trade
but further on and lesser up, between a grandskeletal clock and a spirit with a speech impediment

A cuckoo train

 there you’ll find grand delirium station, dust and all
There, past the ungauzed mummy, the frightened dentures, and a single black rose petal..
 a shelf full of skulls
reach inside
take the brains
Eat them - you’ll need your strength
Because your hair is turning awfully wight" which is lionized in this neck of the woods

Author's Note

purely stoopid but I had fun writing it :)