The Haunted Piano

Comfort or terrorShe follows me roundI see her young faceHer voices soft soundAll the bad thingsNow that I’ve hidI shouldn’t have doneTo her what I didFrom the pianoThe 88 keysHer soft gentle voice:”Bring me back, please” …

The Haunted Guitar

She’s in thereI swearMy sweet LenoreOf my Orange GuitarYou should hearThe sound she makesLate at nightFrom inside the caseIt’s not a muffled soundClear as a ringing bellThe chime of my guitarAs far as I can tell

Haunted Bridge, 1914

Ninteen FourteenDuring World War OneSomething happenedUnder this bridgeSomething so evilIt’ll make you cringeThey dam(n)ed the valleyTo make a lakeThe dam gave wayThe valley quakedHer body trappedA real heartacheThe water rushedTo break the damWith ferocious forceShe was playing on the banksAt the river bridgeSwept up in it’s courseThe water spun round Like a whirlpoolIn the riverbed,In the concrete,She flailed her armsThen sunk 15 feetLate at…