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Scary Night In Maine (True Story)
It was 1974, And I had no idea What I was in for... I borrowed my new wife's Father's car... Drove forever to get To Maine, After 16 hours driving straight, I was very close to insane... Got there at twilight.. Expecting a hotel bright... Far from that, A brooding house on a cliff, Like "Legend of HellHouse" My courage got stiff... Old rambling victorian In the middle of nowhere, No neighbors for miles, Did it cause them a scare? We'd already paid for it, In the days of Postal Mail, And I was so tired, A search for another place Would surely fail... We were shown our room, By the owner, Down corridors of gloom, I felt I had stepped into A Hollywood horror flick, It got dark, thunder and rain now, I was gettin' sort'a sick There it was; A four poster bed, Somber colors all about, Yet in spite of being tired, I feared I'd soon be dead... I opened a drawer, There were clothes inside, Flashes of lightning I felt I'd like to hide... Well, my wife, she fell asleep, Not me, I opened a book, One I had brought at the last moment, I had hardly time to look... It was Steven King's "Salem's Lot" I knew not who he was, Of vampires in Maine it dealt with My nerve started in fear, To buzz.... I think that night lasted a year, Or maybe two or three, I prayed to make it to dawn, With the light I prayed to see. The scene was picture perfect, For Dracula and his lot, I couldn't wait to go home though, Of Maine, I surely cared not!!
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