Spooky Place
There's something spooky about that place,
So no one goes in there.
It makes chills run up your spine.
There's something in the air.
The yard is overgrown with thorns,
Dead trees are dark as sin.
All the windows have been boarded up.
To keep someone out? Or in?
Seems all the birds won't fly over,
And the local hounds won't howl.
It made every dog I ever owned
Shiver, whine or growl.
It's a source of urban legends-
Nobody knows truly why.
Rumors of murders or suicides.
We avoid walking by!
There's something spooky about that place.
No one ever gets out of there.
That house gives us the willies...
It must be something's lair.
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