I have a rag top mustang
Now I don’t like to boast
I dropped the rag top on the car
And headed up the coast
Up the coastal highway
The wind was in my hair
I was looking for a rumor
I hoped to find up there
I had heard about a castle
That they built there on the coast
It was a bed and breakfast
And I heard there was a ghost
Some women, named Mrs. Pen brook
Was said to be the host
Her husband had long since passed away
The rumor said he was the ghost
I pulled into the parking lot
I guess it was ‘round noon
The day was dark and gloomy
And as quiet as a tomb
This place had its own atmosphere
The drive up was a sunny afternoon?
I walked into the lobby
The hair was standing on my neck
I wasn’t feeling very well
Now as I recollect
I heard a voice it asked me
Can I take your bag?
When I turned to answer
I saw nobody there
Looking down I saw him
No taller than my waist
Allow me to help you
He bowed with awkward grace
He snatched the bag from my hand
Then turned and he was gone
The women came from nowhere
Please sign the book right here
Pointing to a ledger
As she whispered in my ear
We hope that you enjoy your stay
Allow me to show you to your room
My heart and soul just suddenly
Filled with certain doom
As I followed through the lobby
The lighting and the thunder
Crashed with a loud unsettling boom
I found myself standing before the fireplace
The room was overlooking the ocean
And it was full of rage
I was feeling trapped now
As if I were in a cage?
I certainly what to thank you
For accepting the invitation that I gave
It was Mr. Pen brook
Back now from the grave
I have come here to inform you
So that you might be aware
You may do just what you like
But leave here you shall not dare
Check out is at eleven
But you’re not going any where
The wife and I are leaving
We are heading down the coast
I am going to kill you now and you’ll be
The new Pen brook manor ghost ...and
I am sure you’ll make a lovely Host