Each step leads to a creek in the floor
I open a squeaking door. Walk into a room
Pick up a fallen broom. Clean up a couch
Open up a abandoned pouch. Kick a mouse
Laugh at my echo in the house. *Notice*
The backup voices are not mine. *Notice*
The footsteps are not mine. *Run and hide*
Three gentlemen walk into the room. *Sneeze*
They have no reaction. Just keep talking.
Their dressed like they live in the 40's.
They sit on the couch and keep talking
I fall on the floor in front of them.
Still no reaction from the gentlemen
A woman walks in and they start to beat her
I go to hit one of them. I gasp in surprise
My fist goes through him and he keeps kicking her
I go to call for help but the front door is missing
The windows are gone and the air is getting low
Like breathing in dust and dirt. I cant breath any more
The woman is dead. The men run right through the wall
There's a newspaper on the ground so I read it
"Jon Dagel. Killed along with his mother in a mansion"
I thought they were ghosts. Guess I was wrong.
What you see can trouble you. What you remember will kill you.
