Ghosts are real, this much I know,
Haunting and whispering in the shadow,
Spiders spitting web on the big clock,
It’s striking twelve again, tic toc…
By itself the piano is playing,
In the dark, someone is screaming,
Ghosts are here, spreading terror,
Butterflies are dead, in the manor,
Mysteries are hidden in the attic,
Surrounded by bones and magic,
Like Halloween, orange and red,
Corridors are full of the dead,
You can’t sleep now, never more,
And crimson is your new color,
Bodies are buried in the garden,
Always my nightmares, it’s my burden…

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