As I drive down This Eerie forest Road I am seeing ghosts Of the victims Of a nasty Serial Killer That roamed these roads looking His victims There terror Comes When I am face to face With the ghost Of the killer Who killed himself Years ago.
One Monday morning On the way to Work A young Man And An older Gentleman Talk The conversation Would blossom Into Friendship And the words exchange Will impact the young man Forever.
As I walk to a pond I see that there is a girl Or the body of girl Floating In the pond As i can tell this young lady was there for a week I will know when I take a closer look.