I wish I could say
That that house was what people thought it was
That it wasn't full of horrors
That the creaking of the stairs
Under his feet late at night
Were all in my head
That the screaming was all fun and games
And no one went to sleep with empty eyes and broken spirits
I wish I could say that that monster in human form
Hiding behind those doors
Didn't exist
And the secrets carves into the wall
Were merely 3am ramblings
But the honest truth
Is that this house is attracted to a form of death
That just doesn't let you die.
There is blood on the walls,
Do not enter.