The Mystery of Old Man Garrity's House
DENOUEMENT
This is a tale that will scare you a bit,
it's about a rickety old house built near a pit,
the house belonged to old man Garrity,
who didn't believe in banks or parity.
He threw all his garbage into the fathomless hole,
everything from paper, plastic and whatever he stole,
if a pet ended up missing and never could be found,
more than likely it was hurled into the opening of the ground.
The house and its lofty attic stood three stories tall,
over time it kept leaning as if it was ready to fall,
the structure kept creaking and moaning for years,
it gave the neighbors shudders and fears.
On its front porch there were three rocking chairs,
they were known to rock by themselves raising some hairs,
sometimes in the evening cloudy shapes could be seen,
looking like women from long ago if your eyes were keen.
On a windy day the residents nearby heard a thunderous crash,
old man Garrity's house fell into the pit as if it was trash,
along with him buried under the pit of rubble,
he disappeared forever with all his strange trouble.
This eerie story is not quite over for there is more to tell,
on the anniversary of the destruction a sound of a bell
peals throughout the street reminding all of the odd event
that occurred on that infamous day and what it meant.
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