Test Your Mortal Soul
This old house stands all alone.
There are reasons why no one is home.
The witches brewed their deadly stews.
They sacrificed more than lambs and ewes.
They came for them with axe and blade.
Witches must perish to release their slave.
Burned at the stake. Burned to death.
But did the rituals of righteousness seal their last breath?
Dark powers are there as plain as day.
You really thought that they'd gone away?
You really thought you had control?
Then why don't you...
Stay a night in the house alone to test your mortal soul?
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