The house was a mansion
Empty, unfilled
On cemetery foundations
They decided to build
They say it was haunted
That ghosts were abound
Sometimes there was screeching
A sheer horrendous sound
All would steer clear
None would approach
Not even the people
That steal and poach
There were gossip and stories
And as legend goes
The dead were awakened
And wiggled their toes
No longer buried
Unearthed; exposed
In search of the living
To make known their woes