Creepy, creepy, scary. This can become hairy. The house is haunted and dark.
I came on a simple lark. But now that I’m here, I’m frozen with fear.
A party is to be held for us all,
But to evil creatures we might just fall.
Down to the basement we go, This is silly even I know. Saws are swinging up ahead, Looking to chop off a head. Traps are falling from the low ceiling. My wet feet are losing all feeling. We are standing in a pool. And I feel like a big fool. We should have gone when we had a chance.
The creatures will make us sing and dance. The Dead have a morbid sense of humor; Should have listened to every rumor. Goodbye to one and all. I see the bouncing ball. THE DEAD GAME