I love going looking for Mysterious Places,
There may be dead bodies or ghostly white faces
Even dark alleyways that never seem to end,
It makes you so frightened to look around the bend.
Haunted classrooms with creaking doors,
Rubbish is scattered on rickety floors
You take one step or maybe two,
Then the door slams shut on you.
Scarlet eyes in the corner of the room,
You better run or you will meet your DOOM!
You can never hide, you will be found,
And you’re body will lie still on the ground.
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