Up in the attic of an old familiar place
There is a horror there
you do not want to face.
Cobwebs and spiders running free
Dust has gathered all over
everything
It cannot hide what lurks in there.
No one ever goes up there.
When they go up the stairs
Only screams and yells do you hear
Then, silence falls,
But, listen carefully
you will hear a child crying
or maybe, its a lady crying
Whoever it is, whatever it may be
If I were you I would not go into,
dont ever enter into the attic.
For whats up there
will not let you come back.
Its dark and cold as you climb
I warned you not to go
But, you must know.
I'll leave you to your fate
I have things to do
After you enter into the attic
I will come back once your screams are over.
To clean up the mess from another.
My friend needs more
As I relock the attic door
I will tell another of this tragic tale
curious another will come and go
Enter into my attic
for you are food
you will never come back
My friend gets hungry alot you see
Sitting in the dark
awaiting another eventually
In the end
In the attic is me
Im a living Dark Widow
Always hungry don't you know.
Merci pour la lecture!
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