It was a pleasure when the Johnson’s moved in
But this is a new chapter that is going to begin
At first the house was thought of in being an average home
But the Johnson’s had no idea of what roams
Ghostly sounds of troubled moans
Cracks on the ceiling and walls
Streaks of heavy footsteps pounding the floors
Traces of faces of ghost who would appear
The idea of in your face of desperation fear
The Johnson’s held their hands to their hearts
Yet spirits are from souls
Ghostly acts of look and behold
Ghostly voices got louder and bolder
The Johnson’s were told to get out
A couple previously owned the house years ago had died
Real Estate agencies wanted the home to be sold and they gave every try
But within the house, you would hear a ghost in a sadly cry
The Anderson’s who were the dead owners prior of the house, vowed the house will never be sold
At least this was what all buyers were told
So ghost screams continued to go on
The time frame being for as long
The Ghost proclaimed, “Who says we shall be casted out”
We were the prior owners and will continue to move about
Our house being our entire life
It has always been our soul strive
Whoever buys the former Anderson’s house they will be silenced like an unsuspecting mouse
The thrills and chills will continue to prosper on
Soul to expected soul in where you will need to belong.