The cook was in the kitchen
The gardener trimming vines
I went down to the cellar
To fetch a case of wine
I came back to the parlor
And much to my surprise
There stood Master Pennbrook
Right before my eyes
He was looking shabby
He did not look his best
Ten long years have gone by
Since we laid him to his rest
I was scared shitless
Just to say the least
What can you say to someone?
Who has been ten long years deceased
Err...how … how are you doing sir
I managed to spurt out
Well I have had better days
He said without a doubt
I’ll tell you why I came here
I cannot stay for long
There’s something going on here
Something’s very wrong
I was murdered by my wife
She put an end to me
I must make someone aware
To set my spirit free
Whoa is me for I loved her
But it was for my fortune that she cared
She poisoned my glass of sherry
And the life that we had shared
Now that I have told you
Do what you think is best
I will haunt this house no longer
Now my weary soul can rest!
Just like that he disappeared
And he never did return
They found Mrs. Pennbrook
In the wine cellar
The night the house was burned!