Spirits Past

Inside this gate, a cemetery It looks to be so dark and eerie. Up to the house of old man Parry It gives me chills, it’s oh so scary. The door opened up and down the hall It sounded like an evil call. These old paintings on the wall Look to be the devils claw. Through the rooms, here we go We stopped beside this large window. We talked in whispers really low So we didn’t hear our own echo. Here on the floor their shadows cast From all the spirits of the past. We need to get out of here fast So were not within their creepy grasp.