THERE'S SOMETHING WEIRD GOING OVER THERE



      There's something weird going on over there.



         Every town has a place.  Every town has a space.

         Every town has a home, where nobody wants to roam.  

         That everybody about know, but to nobody goes.

         A place that is scary, a place that is hairy.

         Everybody knows the stories.  

         Sometimes, they are gory.

        

       There's something weird going on over there.  

      

    It's down by the train track, care has been lax.

    It's down by the river, to go near it, gives one a shicer.

    It's down by the lake, to go near it, is a mistake.

    It's down by the ocean, at it, there is always a commotion.



       There's something weird going on over there.



    It's a big old house, that's only resided in by a mouse.

    It in, nobody has stayed for decades.

    I wonder what else in it, resides or hides.

    I wonder if in it, anybody plays.

    I wonder if in it, anybody stays.



       There's something weird going on over there.

      

       Sometimes, during the day, if I feel it is ok.

       In the windows, I will look.

       I will try not to get a hook.

       Then, I will run away.

       No, I will not stay or play.

       Around the house, the grass has grown high.

      

            There's something weird going on over there.



    At night, it gets so loud; it sounds like it is full of

    amusement park rides.

    It sounds like a video arcade.

    There are lights on until the dawn.

    So bright at night, I cannot see the stars.

    So loud at night, I cannot hear the cars.

  

          

          When my friends there want to go, I say no.

          Sometimes to go, me they dare.

          Yes, me, they are trying to scare.

          Over the house, I would rather face a bear.



          Pigs, cows, and sheep run and go about.

          I can hear them give a happy shout.

          I how, sleep

          Music plays so loud; it looks and sounds like

          a country fair.



         There's something weird going on over there.



         Crowds of people to the house go.

         Every night, there are people new.

         I don't know, who they are, or what they do.

         Maybe they are there, movies to view.

         They the house, run around, as loud as

       a chainsaw does sound.



         Who they are, I do not know.

         I think they are ghosts.

         A party they will host.

         There are bright lights inside to the dawn.

         The people spread out on the lawn.

         Sometimes, there is sound, but nobody is around on

         the grounds.

        

         Oh, there's something weird going on over there.

        Yeah, there's something weird going on over there.



        

Author's Notes/Comments: 

  A haunted house.
  Just like the monster house trailer, Every town has one.

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