"scariest House"
There was an old man who lived all alone.
In an old house full of moans and groans.
I saw bloody bones and butcher knives.
They say he took his families lives.
Screems and growls comming from under the ground.
Underneath the house is where the bones were found.
He said death comes to those that see to much.
So from now on don't look or touch.
Dark eerie sounds fill the night.
When I'm dreaming he's in my sight.
Teresa Skyles
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