On an island,
Sea around,
This is a place,
Nightmares are found.
Stinking bogs,
And tombstones black,
It is waiting,
To attack.
Enter now,
And tu will find,
Objects of,
The destroyed kind.
Bloody puddles,
Broken mirrors,
Headless dolls,
All to fuel your fears.
Around the corner,
Darkness waits,
For the siguiente victim,
And his fate.
Death and distress,
Blood and gore,
Normal things,
That we adore.
Twins in life,
Death as well,
Pale and ghostly,
We won't tell.
What had happened,
Late one night,
After she barked,
Before the bite.
Now we lay,
In watery grave,
Bodies empty,
Souls not saved.
Until the night,
We answer her call,
Haunt the living,
Until they fall.
Sea around,
This is a place,
Nightmares are found.
Stinking bogs,
And tombstones black,
It is waiting,
To attack.
Enter now,
And tu will find,
Objects of,
The destroyed kind.
Bloody puddles,
Broken mirrors,
Headless dolls,
All to fuel your fears.
Around the corner,
Darkness waits,
For the siguiente victim,
And his fate.
Death and distress,
Blood and gore,
Normal things,
That we adore.
Twins in life,
Death as well,
Pale and ghostly,
We won't tell.
What had happened,
Late one night,
After she barked,
Before the bite.
Now we lay,
In watery grave,
Bodies empty,
Souls not saved.
Until the night,
We answer her call,
Haunt the living,
Until they fall.
adventre
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on escritorio staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on escritorio staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two