The Pink House
The house I was raised in is now long gone
It was over a hundred years old when I lived there as a child
Some strange things happened there and I often wondered if they were
from the previous occupants, from the seeds they had sewn
Some of the things I heard there some would consider somewhat wild.
This big creepy house was painted pink, and believe you me it was of
somewhat of a strange genre
People walking in the halls and no one there, voices talking and
still no one there
If you had been there I am sure within your very being instilled in
your soul there would have been intense fear
You could be by yourself, and everything you heard would have been
Where did they come from as they tried to communicate from there?
I wasn't the only one to experience this, most anyone that entered
the house of pink would experience this too
At times for my friends to come to my house I was ashamed
Not understanding being a child, not having one single clue.
The pink house believe or not, this place had thirteen rooms
Unlucky? I should say! All the lost souls that were trapped here
The pink house had a tendency to emit doom and gloom
Fourteen years I lived there, the whole time my entire being was
filled with fear.
No words can describe my experiences of supernatural origin when I
Never seeing anything but I heard plenty of unexplainable stuff
People walking, talking, moaning, and groaning, the origins of this
until this day still remain unclear
All these supernatural events made living in the pink house pretty
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