On this Halloween night.
One famous haunted house begins to take flight.
Opening its doors and windows to all to see.
Infinite numbers of black crows all sitting in the widow tree.
Waiting for movements or even a sound.
Waiting for all the trick or treaters from Halloween town.
The sun dropped, and the full moon came out for the night.
A piecing scream echos through the night.
One lone trick or treater nervously glace at the house as he walked by.
His eyes focusing on a little girl cry.
Cried each year that her mother died.
In that very haunted house where her neck was tied.
Tied and hanged, her killer still out and about.
Killing more people, no doubt.
Hours passed by with no knock on its door.
Must be all the dead skulls on the porch floor.
At midnight, one brave soldier knocked on its door.
The mother killer opened the door.
Oh so happy to give him a grand tour.
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