Hands cover whispers of the lovers' fright Fear-cloaked renditions of that autumn night Digging up rumors of the kids in the park What awful things happened in the dark?
Wait, is someone else here? And I can't stop my tears I've never been so scared
In the cellar buried 6 feet deep The lover's shaken from a dreamless sleep Nails clawing splinters from the ceiling and floor Shrieking like the witches til his stitches are sore
Wait, is someone else here? And I can't stop my tears I've never been so scared
Secrets she discovers drain her face of color
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