It is my first night
Alone in this house
Everything's quiet
Even the mouse
The house is so silent
It gives me a chill
As I stay here
The house on the hill
The windows are open
The trees I hear rustle
As I lie in my bed
I don't move a muscle
My body is trembling
I'm scared out my wits
These noises I'm hearing
Gives me the shits
Doors start to slam
Floorboards do creek
A ghost I have seen
I let out a shreek
My heart starts to race
At a very fast pace
As I'm staring right at
This pale white ghost face
His eyes they were droopy
All red and blood shot
I'm crapping myself
I hate this a lot
I don't know why
I'm staying here still
I'm not going back
To the house on the hill
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