Visitant Paramour 13

Sometimes I've got to ask- And can't help but exhort aloud Am I haunted, Rask? In this aging house Where my granny passed Grandpa died in this room Marks were left of you It's about time that I moved We have a little boy And a little girl Or am I paranoid? My bones ache just to stir My niece, My friend, And I In my bedroom My niece, My friend, And I Taking pictures My niece, My friend, And I I feared a ghost That I could see, Clear as the day We went to hide It followed us, Shiver, resile I saw that girl beside My niece, my friend Don't be afraid I'm terrified