Abel Fryes Curse

Laurence Matthews hung himself
After Mabel Johnson died,
Then the legend did spring up,
Of a boy called Abel Frye.

1930s the year it began,
Or that's what they all tell.
They say his ghost still lingers here
But his true soul went to Hell.

In the Forbidden Hallway, late at night,
The name of Next is whispered.
Though it comes from every where,
They say no sound is heard.

Then you see him in your dreams,
Finger pointed, in ghastly splendor.
The hawk upon his shoulder cries,
His plans will not be hindered.

After that death is bliss,
To those that are afflicted.
The Hang Man he has won again,
Shook by the laughter of the dead.