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The Old Haunted House


I’ll not be surprised if I died

See there, the old haunted house?

For some reason we went inside

I worry we’ll never come out

 

See there, the old haunted house?

The door is old and creaky

I worry we’ll never come out

From fear, I was breathing weakly

 

The door is old and creaky

I heard it as we went inside

From fear, I was breathing weakly

This house has something to hide

 

I heard it as we went inside

Was it a ghost or the wind? (I’m unsure)

This house has something to hide

Behind me, something closed the door.

 

Was it a ghost or the wind? (I’m unsure)

For some reason we went inside

Behind me something closed the door

I’ll not be surprised if I died.

 

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