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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