The sun never shines
On even the best of days
Because of the house on Sixth Street
Stares at Auntie May.

She screams and cries
But no one hears
The fear her throat is trapping.
Maybe I should lend an ear.

Bumping and thumping
The house goes a rumpling.
I find it rather sparkling
But not my Auntie May.

She screams of the body behind the door
and the blood stains on the bedroom floor.
Poor Auntie May has been screaming for years
Of the monster that whispers in her ears.

Auntie May now sits in a trance.
She is as quiet as a mouse in a trap.
Poor Auntie May was sealed in her tomb.
Then I realized that the house did move.

I looked for it the next day
And found it by my Auntie Mays grave.
Curious I knocked on the door
And inside was horror galore.

Blood was on the floor like
Auntie May did say
But the body was gone
That she screamed about the other day.

On the chair by the door
I saw a figure sitting on the floor
and to my dismay, I looked at the figures face
And found it to be my old Auntie Mays.

The sun never shines
On even the best day
Because the house on Sixth Street
Scares little Olivia May.