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Created on: October 22, 2010
Home alone on Halloween night
Gonna watch horror movies to get a fright
Stick a movie in the DVD player
Got some chips and a dip for flavour
Turned the lights out and settled down
Sitting on the lounge in my night gown
The movie's scary I'm crouching low
When's the scary part coming, I don't know
A screeching sound scares me out of my mind
I jump right up leaving my skin behind
Its only a moment before my skin comes back
Hitting my body with a blood curdling crack
I go into the kitchen for the carving knife
I need a weapon in case I meet some strife
I creep into the lounge, the movie still playing
When suddenly there's some screeching baying
All of a sudden my heart’s in my throat
I can't breathe I'm starting to choke
With some effort I push it down
I must find out what's making that sound
I creep into the master bedroom
It's dark and scary, will I meet my doom
A sound of water from the bathroom I hear
Is there a ghoulish fiend lurking near
The screeching starts, I can not bear it
I must stop it before my mind it splits
I raise the knife its blade a gleaming
I must stop that damn awful screaming
I open the door just a crack
To see the fiend I must attack
My jaw drops, eyes open wide in shock
My wife is back she beat the clock
That awful sound was her singing
That grating sound my ears a ringing
A horror movie that I had found
Would be much better if it used that sound.
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