The House on Manor Hill
It was early dawn
when we arrived
stepping over moist grass
they pointed us inside
towards a filthy corner
the equipment was placed
in its correct order
the ambience felt cold & eerie
along with a lingering death odor
his body had putrefied to the point
its oils sketched the wooden floor
inside those very dark corners
his energy remained,indeed it remained
slowly diffusing through the rest
of the cursed hill manor house
the spirit box made contact
he said his name was James Cox
an overwhelming scent of booze
& tobacco permeated everyone\'s nose
there were two bottles of whisky &
cigarette butts deliberately thrown
he was drunk when he killed himself
suddenly in a diabolical crackle
he said the bitch ain\'t coming back
ain\'t coming back, ain\'t coming back
it echoed and echoed, indulgently
as we felt the temperature drop
he had shot his wife of 30 years
neighbors swear they see him in
the house holding a hunting rifle
Voices of Ghosts