Inside this gate, a cemetery
It looks to be so dark and eerie.
Up to the house of old man Parry
It gives me chills, it’s oh so scary.
The door opened up and down the hall
It sounded like an evil call.
These old paintings on the wall
Look to be the devils claw.
Through the rooms, here we go
We stopped beside this large window.
We talked in whispers really low
So we didn’t hear our own echo.
Here on the floor their shadows cast
From all the spirits of the past.
We need to get out of here fast
So were not within their creepy grasp.
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