I knew the old road well.  I had travelled it a million times.  For some reason, this road was a bit different than all of the others.  Each time I walked it, an unwanted, yet devious feeling would transcend me.  As much as I despised the state of my
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The house across the street, oh it does hold a spell
For those that have survived there, speak but don't tell
From others I've heard macabre stories, it's horror and hell
Witnessed, I have, the downfall of things that didn't end well
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