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One Scary Night
One Scary Night A joke, a dare Come on, dont be scared I am not, I stammered Alone, up old brown stairs I clamored. Inside, I could swear I heard them laugh, Where were the lights, around me spirits dance, The stairs to the top floor, they are creaking I look to the left, why do I feel like fleeing In an instant I see the spirit of the old man and in my mind, is that a knife what is in his hand? I start to run down long eerie passages, Here he comes, the headless knight and his headless horse carriage. The ghosts are now calling, in the kitchen of all places. I cannot resist, I must see the look on their faces. On to the stony floor I slide, watching them cooking. I hide in the pantry, so scared, are they looking! I hear the breath of someone inside, or is that breath I hear, mine? I feel the brush on my neck I faint as i look, as I see what's behind. I wake up on the dirty basement floor I dont want to be here anymore The chains are tight around my wrists In the distance, I see a coffin that is lit Is that mine, oh I feel alone. I scream, mommy please take me home I pass out once more, hearing the dead walk the floor Its me next, i am sure. I wake to see a familiar face, My mother is wiping a cloth on my brow I thought I told you, never go to that place So I smile, happy to be in my abode and promising to leave forever, the haunted house alone.
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