Upon the hill, shrouded in decay,
Stands an old, haunted house in dismay,
Whispers of the macabre, in the air they loom,
A house entwined in ageless gloom.

Where its halls echo horror & fear,
Screams & cries are all you hear,
The air is thick with heavy breath,
A symphony of dread and death.

Within its walls, where sinister...