Old house on the hill, where shadows softly creep
Sarah dared her friends, secrets it would keep
Vengeful spirit's tale, a woman left to die
Through the rotting door, beneath a bruised sky
A chill in the air, not autumn's icy kiss
Scent of dust and metal, something truly amissOh, the house, the house, a melody of fear
Every creak and groan, brought the darkness near
A lullaby of sorrow, from the attic's gloom
Whispering its promise, of an early tomb