The floors creaked beneath her feet,
But this is where he said to meet.
The hallway dark, with no light,
A perfect night for a perfect fright.
She walked in the room with no delay,
But this was the room where little ghosts played.
The door locked behind her with a slam,
Now she was as helpless as a baby lamb.
She screamed and cried,
But that night she died.
The man she was supposed to meet was dead,
He was a ghost who lay in his death bed.
He loved the girl and wished for her soul,
But that was a failed goal.
Its Friday the thirteenth without a doubt,
So be careful when going out.
For no one may hear your screams,
And won't come to save you, by any means.