Unsolved Mystery
Purely Fictional
On a forgotten road at the top of a hill
Sits the Campbell's old estate
And many have heard an eerie scream
When the evening is growing late
They say old Campbell killed his wife
One night in their wedding bed
When he aught his love between the sheets
Wither her fitness instructor Fred
Twas on the night of Hallowe'en this evil tale began
And I'm here to unravel this tale of woe as truly best I can
Now no one knows what happened to Fred
And the gal he did adore
But many believe that they are buried
Beneath the kitchen floor
And folks declare they see the ghosts
Jogging the streets at night
Through the mists on Hallowe'en eve
Hidden by the yellow street light
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