Saturday, October 22, 2011

The Horror House



At the end of the road there is a Horror House



It's past the Mosquito Swamp



If you cross the old bridge over the river.



Past the hills where the bones are buried



The boards are gray



And the decour is out of season



You'll find it



The mummy of a ghost horse.



It's curtains



At the Horror House

1 comment:

  1. i am so happy i did not see that in person.
    that shit would've haunted me for months.

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