Under the House
Being a plumber at times is not a job of fun
But the money, well that is an added bonus
But it is a good job, like for remaining out of the sun
The there are the times, I must be on the ground of in the dust.
Well this is one of those few awful times
My work must be done, under an old dark house
Under this house, everything is as silent as a mime
Except for the sound of dripping water, and the occasional mouse
I smell the stench of the moist, rich dirt
As I try to find the source of the water that drips
The sound seems to be coming behind a mound of dirt
I can't seem to find a way to the water that drips.
So, with flashlight in hand, I hear like the sound of a dropping pebble
Something out of the norm, for a place like this
Soon I hear " HELLO?” is this a demon, the voice of a devil?
Thinking some one is trapped, but how? in a place like this?
Digging in the mound, I finally reach the other side
The voice I heard sounded just like a small child
But, no on is here, could it be the voice of one that died?
This entire thing is unreal, this thing is wild.
My hand hits something, but it doesn't feel smooth like a rock
It feels porous, in a way sort of dull
Something paranormal? In this I don't take stock
Until I see what it is, it is a small dark skull!
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