28 August 2012

The watch swings out It's a quarter to seven The souls have come Going straight to heaven

With a squint of an eye And a flash of a hand The man creeps along With his silent band

Dark as night Creaky floors Silent rooms And old wooden doors

A house so dark But inviting too It's a trap There's nothing to do

That mysterious man He soon comes back There's a scream in the hallway Then everything turns black

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