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