The House On Railway Hill
The house on Railway Hill.
Near the lane to the old mill.
They say that's where it all began!
Folklore loses potency through passing hands.
Old tales of the haunting still are heard.
The girl and boy twins still return.
What truly happened to them will never be heard.
Some say they've come back to be set free.
Some say that they were pure evil indeed.
The whispers heard in the night, the coldness felt; out of sight. The broken images paled in the glass; the surge of adrenaline as they pass.
The house is forbidding to the eye, no matter where the Sun shines in the sky.
The house on Railway Hill.
Some say posses an demonic presence still. A menace present and alive; somehow the stench of evil cannot die.
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