By Manuel Newton
We were rolling along one Halloween’s Eve,
Just me, Buck, and a dude named Steve,
Then from an old house we heard a loud clatter,
My homies were anxious to see what’s the matter,
I cried and begged them to stay with me,
But they just said, “Let’s go and see!”
The house looked spooky all dark, damp, and wet,
I knew there was danger, I could just bet,
We found the entrance, I was so scared,
My homies, just laughed as if no one cared,
As the door creaked open, I felt my heart stop,
In front of us a bucket and old ragged mop,
We stepped inside finding our doom,
The smell in the air of a two hundred year old tomb,
Cobwebs in the corners, dirty old walls,
Finding our way down long scary halls,
We came to some stairs, very tall, very steep,
Buck said, “lets go up and just have a peep.”
Each every step we took with false pride,
I wondered what was waiting, where could it hide,
Just then an old lady just came from nowhere,
She looked like a witch with long stringy hair,
All my friends took off like a bat out of hell,
She said, “ To the devil your soul you must sell”
I ran to door crying , “Please let me be!”
The witch just frowned and giggled with glee,
She revealed a thick book of magic and spells,
Then pulled from her pocket seven shiny bells,
She said, “I will make you my life long slave”
She stuck out her hand and gave it a wave,
The old lady chanted and pulled out a knife,
I was really shaking, scared for my life,
A good kick in the head could cause a concussion,
No, too simple, so I whipped out an oozy sub machine gun,
I blew her to bits, there wasn’t hardly anything left,
I put her head by her book on an old wooden shelf,
My friends didn’t believe my heroic story,
I would never brag about something so gory,
But ladies and germs, listen to me,
Stay away from old houses, just let them be.