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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