The Haunted House

As the staircases creak The noise echoes and scares Worried spirits may haunt and sneak Hearing the drip drop Afraid it's not the rain That comes from all around Feeling a chill in the air It's not the weather outside Is it spirits to bring fear Then comes the night Feel a hand's cold touch There's no one in sight The hand reaching out It must be a demon You begin to shout Behind you eyes appear It must be a Spector in the dark You can see no body there Consumed by fright Run while screaming From this house that night