Capítulo 221: Haunted
This house is not a home
It's big cold and empty
It's drafty
In the distance, can you hear the screams
Of children laughing
.
Out side the winds blow
And timbers creek
Can you hear the claws scratch
At the windo pain
.
Lightning flash, wolfosh eyes
Stair through dirt stained glass
Thunder crackles
Demonic laughter
Can you hear
the chants of the necromancer
.
Bed room floor, boody sheets
Rams horn, gutted sheep
Sacrifice for, glory seeked
Shadowy figure
Reaching, grasping
Dead voice Cackling
Can you hear its chains clatering
This house is not a home
It's haunted, decayed, and left alone
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