by Profe Steve
High up on the hill, Brooding down upon the town: House of mystery.
Tranquil and silent, A haven of peacefulness, Until sunset falls.
No one dares to go Up to the house on the hill When shadows abound.
There once were a few Hardy and courageous souls Who dared climb the hill.
Never seen again, Ghostly screams yet haunt the town In the midnight hour.
Do not scale the hill Nor enter the brooding house That overlooks the town.