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A house down at the end of a street

A house I know so well

A house where lies such evil eyes

A house where no one should go

A house that's covered mostly in vine and moss and rot

A house that from behind the shutters draws the breath of hell

A house that lies in waiting for victims all unknowing

A house that feeds eternally

A house that from within come cries which echo in despair

A house which sits yet all alone too far for one to hear

A house from which there once was joy if somewhat long ago

A house that from the shadows waits

A house I once called home