Creepy, creepy, scary.
It can become hairy.
The house is haunted and dark.
I came on a simple lark.
But now that I’m here,
I’m frozen with fear.
A party is to be held for us all,
But to evil creatures, we might just fall.
Down to the basement, we go,
It is silly, even I know.
Saws are swinging up ahead,
Looking to chop off a head.
Traps fall from the low ceiling.
My wet feet have lost their feeling.
We are standing in a pool,
And I feel like a big fool.
We should have gone when we had a chance.
The creatures will make us sing and dance.
The Dead have a morbid sense of humor.
I should have listened to each rumor.
Goodbye to one and all.
Look!
I see the bouncing ball.
THE DEAD GAME
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