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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