The gloomy, old house on the deserted moor.
Where wolves howl and ghouls mourn.
Where screams echo and ghosts prowl.
Where the rustle of leaves make you jump on your toes.
Where the cold winter wind blows.
Where a chill runs up your spine as you hear the wolves howl.
And your blood runs cold as something behind you growls.
This gloomy, old house on the deserted moor, is very haunted just so you know.
On the tree there is a murder of crows.
And somewhere in the shadows there is a undead soul.
Run away from this gloomy, old house on the deserted moor, run away forevermore.
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