I grew up near an old house, long abandoned and lost
We knew not the circumstances, the reasons or cost
As kids we made up the stories, and told
Of the horrors that took place there, in times of old
We would dare each other, who was the bravest
And scare ourselves with fears of the gravest
Then in our teens, we became a little bolder
We forgot those
childhood fears, heck we were older
So we would go in the old house as sure as we might
We weren’t scared of things that go bump in the night
Are you afraid of the dead? We would ask as we crept
listening to the creeks and moans of the house as it slept
Then one Halloween we planned to spend the night
(like brave kids will do,)
We were tough and strong, and nobody else knew
So we rolled out our sleeping bags on the old wooden floor
We covered the windows, and barred all the doors
All was just fine, till the storm clouds rolled in
And lightning and thunder crashed around us like sin
Then from somewhere we heard a loud scream through the rain
A banging of shutters and the rattling of chains
We looked at each other and swore with an oath
Nobody would get us, there’s no such thing as ghosts
But in a broken old mirror, we saw in a flash
Of lightning, the image of a spirit from the past
A woman crying, and moaning and coming toward us
We stood there staring, at the blood on her dress
She was whispering something, Oh, we were scared no doubt
Then a booming voice said
“THIS IS MY HOUSE, GET OUT”
We ran for the door in the dark of the night
The four of us thought we would die of pure fright
But the house had plans for the trespassers we
We fell through the floorboards as we tried to flee
In a pile of kids in the black and the gloom
Four brave tough young men thought they had met their doom
As the storm raged on we searched all around
And realized we had landed under the house on the ground
We crawled out from under like a bat-outa-hell
Nobody will believe this frightening story we would tell
But one thing I will remember, though it’s not what I
wanted
I know to this day;
“That old house was haunted”.
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