The House on the Hill
Elizabeth:
It is just an ordinary night or so it seems
The rays of the moon beaming right through my window pane,
Noise of crickets echoes through the darkness
There is no other hum to listen to but the mere breaths I
take.
Jonathan:
There is a house on top of a hill
where daring boys dare not go,
where even the birds are still,
where all is quiet as the grave.
Elizabeth:
A winding road leads to the old house,
With cracked walls and scattered debris
A deafening silence welcomes you to an eerie ambiance,
On a dark night such as this with no stars in sight.
Do spirits roam this lonely sanctuary?
Some are enchanted by its haunted stance
Gives them shivers and goose bumps all around,
Mystic shadows may be lurking waiting for prey.
Jonathan:
Legends speak of a murder most foul and evil,
a woman and three children, and no one survived,
but on cold, moonless nights, you will hear
the sounds of fear, of the living buried alive.
The killer was a scorned lover, I've heard it said,
or the husband, or a vagrant, or the Devil himself.
The bodies were never found, no one came near,
nobody saw them, but everyone knows they're here.
Haunted House -- Ken Meyer
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