Walking through the hallway, frozen in fear,
Tv is broken, something is near,
A creaking floor, a chilling breeze,
In this eerie house, shadow visions emerge,
Where ghosts roam and malevolence is nursed,
Silent screams echo in the midnight hour,
This haunted house, a terror's power.
In the haunted manor, silence reigns supreme,
A place where time stands still, frozen in fright,
Once a lively home, now a spectral domain,
A place of endless pain,
Windows shut, no light or sun,
Only thing you can do is...
RUN
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