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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He crawled thru our window A man with no hair Standing four feet tall Every night he was there We moved to this house Not knowing of its lore Not hearing of the evil That lurked there before A murder took place By a man and his mother A sibling was killed He stabbed his own brother He would walk to our bed Night after night With evil in his eyes And our hearts filled with fright In a lab coat of white And blood on his chest He told us he'd kill us For this was his quest Only in this room Would he always appear To fill me and my brothers With breathtaking fear When we moved to another The room would be clean Neither mother or her son Would ever be seen My mother would tell us It was only a dream Til his mother she saw With a blood curdling scream The front door was locked But like a phantom magician She walked thru the walls This ghostly apparition She sat in a chair And rocked while she laughed My mother was paralyzed By this witch and her craft "You can't move can you dear?" The woman replied She said the death smell was sickening From this woman who'd died In the middle of the night Doors would open then close Who's coming and going? None of us knows The neighbors all knew Of the things that occured But all were too scared To utter a word My father would sit By our bedside each night Til we all fell asleep Then turn out the light This story is true I was six years old The house is still standing And the story still told Each Halloween season This house will appear In our town's local newspaper To fill us with fear Though now it stands empty Many families passed thru And all will attest That what I've told you, is true For Amy's I saw with my own eyes contest
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