Welcome to the house, the house of night, The place where the wolves howl, and the bats bite. The owner is gone, yet still there, If you see him, he'll give you a scare. His children still roam, This place they used to call home. In the corners, They weep like mourners. The house sits still, Not yet having it's fill. The new owners have arrived, planning to stay, Not knowing they are prey.
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