No one goes to the haunted house
boarded windows and doors
you hear ooooooooohs
ghost moans
witches compare who’s face is in more despair .

People shiver and scream
if you’re around on Halloween
skeletons roam around the halls
on the creaky floorboards
Mummies moan, witches laugh
still no one goes to the haunted house

In the darkness you may find a creepy bat
or two a vampires
sneaking before the creaking animals
running to the main person
Mr Shiver’s white and mouldy brain
in the house lab
and as time passes
he gets even more insane
shouting things from his mouldy old brain

He says to his maid, Fetch me corpses, hair and flesh .
It has to be perfect and divine
In the haunted house
it’s always spooky time.