• Walking up and down the halls
    I know them only by the name of ghost
    Blood is smeared across the walls
    They don't mean to be a good host

    His body is see through and white
    In his hand he holds a knife
    He only comes by at night
    Next to him stands his wife

    Their eyes pierce red
    The women only stands
    I am scared even though they're dead
    Blood is stained all over her hands

    This home is know to be haunted
    There are pictures everywhere of children looking sad
    Ghosts are never wanted
    That fact just makes them mad