Treading down the tracks from the village,
Walking past the graveyard, then feel a chill,
Standing before me lies a haunted house.
Should I stay 'till light of day, then see a thrill.
Shadows lurking all around,
The door closed soon in a bound.
Creeping noise sounded in my head
Like my soul being misled.
From dark to red, then laughter,
I feel the cold of wispy air.
My body falls, unable to see.
Darkness loomed around me for eternity . . .