There once was a haunted house,
In a small well known town,
Everyone feared it no one would go near it,
But a girl who was as mean as rocks, never gave it any thoughts
She laughed at the story and her name was Tory,
She never liked the name but who could she blame?
She marched up to the house with a strange feel, but she never got any chills,
That was the last time anyone saw Tory...
We all know she ended very Gory,
We can hear her screams,
No one would go near, it was just too much fear
I was curious and the town was furious,
I walked in the haunted house and looked around,
Painting, poems, of the town creepy statues all around,
One painting caught my eye
It was a man looking at one of the paintings while a creature crawled behind him, If I had known I would of been gone, Now it's too late and that creature was the Rake...
