A man got tired walking in the night
He tried to find shelter and rest
He found a house above the hill
He came up to the front door
The night was quiet and still
Nothing much just a gust of wind
He knocked and the door slightly open
He came in and saw no one
The silence echoes in the chambers
The house fill with dust and cobwebs
Bugs and spiders they all scatter
In the halls and empty rooms
The portraits hang on the walls
The pictures gave eerie looks
He then heard a noise downstairs
He went down inside one of the chambers
It was filled with a piano and a few chairs
Suddenly the piano started to play a song
All the chairs started to move along
The man watch in much despair
He was afraid and have nothing to say
He took off out of the house right away