The squeak of a rat.
Bumps in the night,
The sound of flight.
The rattle of bones,
Moans and groans.
Screams
of
Terror
In the House of Horror
By: Barry McDonald
The screech of a bat,
The squeak of a rat.
Bumps in the night,
The sound of flight.
The rattle of bones,
Moans and groans.
Screams of terror,
In the house of horror.
At the hour of midnight,
Nothing seems right.
A cry for help,
A dogs frightened yelp.
The stillness of death,
Fighting for breath.
The thud of a fall,
In a cold empty hall.
Glistening blood,
Like wet slimy mud.
Castle of death,
A skull being cleft.
Screams of terror,
In the house of horror.
All will bleed,
But none will leave.
A rotting face,
You can't leave this place.
Dead bodies with life,
Night filled with strife.
The grey wolves howl,
The hoot of a owl.
A raging storm,
Flesh being torn.
A flash of lightning,
The night is so frightening.
Screams of terror,
In the house of horror.
The sight of the body,
All mangled and bloody.
The nights just beginning,
Death seems to be winning.
When your blood is spilt,
There will be no guilt.
This house filled with gloom,
Shall be your doom.
You can not denie,
That you will have to die.
To have your soul,
Is it's only goal.
Screams of terror,
In the house of horror.
You shall not wake,
Your life it will take.
Maggots will occupy,
Your body, and multiply.
You will surely bleed,
On your flesh they will feed.
You can not flee,
You shall never be free.
It will be filled with glee,
At what it see's.
You'll let out a shriek,
At every creak.
Screams of terror,
In the house of horror.
Your blood it will sip,
Your skin it will rip.
In this house ghosts do haunt,
It's your soul that it wants.
Your bones it will gnaw,
You can not withdraw.
You it will terrify,
Even after you die.
Bat's and black cats,
And rats are thereat.
All are afraid,
With your life you will pay.
Screams of terror,
In the house of horror.
Out onto the floor,
Your blood shall pour.
Don't forget in the morn,
You had been forwarned.
Never to enter,
This house of torment.
This house and it's curse,
Have never been worse.
The house is alive,
It wont let you survive.
What drives this strange force?
From where comes it's source.
Screams of terror,
In the house of horror.
From out of this house,
The dead will arouse.
Before your very eyes,
Their bodies shall rise.
It's already too late,
This has been set as your fate.
In this mansion of stone,
You are not alone.
Your body they'll eat,
Admit your defeat.
Your forever entombed,
In this house of doom.
Screams of terror,
In the house of horror.
Here glides a ghost,
He's to be your grim host.
With death you collide,
Your life no longer abides.
Wherever you may be,
You can always hear the,
Screams of Terror.....