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 dying
Whoever it is, whatever it may be
If I were you I would not go into,
don't ever enter into the attic.
For what's 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 it's me.
Im a living Dark Widow,
always hungry don't you know.
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