His brother swore the house was haunted

The man who lived here was most wanted

We still went in

With goose bumps on our skin

The owner had died

But his ghost remained inside

As we opened the creaky door

We heard sounds we had to ignore

We entered the first room

And saw a lit fume

Someone had been here soon before

But we still wanted to see more

We went upstairs soon after

Where we heard some quiet laughter

We soon ran out

To see the candle blown-out