Unsolved Mystery

Purely Fictional On a forgotten road at the top of a hill Sits the Campbell's old estate And many have heard an eerie scream When the evening is growing late They say old Campbell killed his wife One night in their wedding bed When he aught his love between the sheets Wither her fitness instructor Fred Twas on the night of Hallowe'en this evil tale began And I'm here to unravel this tale of woe as truly best I can Now no one knows what happened to Fred And the gal he did adore But many believe that they are buried Beneath the kitchen floor And folks declare they see the ghosts Jogging the streets at night Through the mists on Hallowe'en eve Hidden by the yellow street light