Can you tell?

Walking through the wood
For only it did not look very good
The moon was out
This is nothing to talk about

I came into a house and I was filled with fright
But it cannot go right
Three children standing in front of me
And they be seen happy

Asking to stay for the night there
Because the darkness was everywhere
Can you tell from there eyes?
Can you tell from there lies?

You may know there lying
Inside they crying
They look at each other and smile
Nodding for a while

I entered the door and went to my room
Passing by a creepy broom
They close my door of wood
Closing it very good

I woke at midnight
Hearing the children cries
I run to them and see
How could that be?

I saw them dead
And there bloody head
Then they rise to the living
Looking they look like I'm the food there having

I run the door as fast as I can
As I fell being shoot by a gun
It was to late to tell
For I never been well