There is a house with a black door
Beyond the black door there is a room
The story is, that the room is haunted. Simple and pure
I walked down the corridor lit by candlelight
following directions, to the left, then up one flight
I keyed and pushed open, the black door
The hinges creaked, the room was dark, and the dankness reeked
The shadows were dancing in the candlelight
The room was cold, and my breath was tight
I hurried and started to light more candles, one by one
But they started flickering out, before I was done
And that is how, I spent the entire night
Lighting candles to ease my fright
Oh, was I happy when morning came
I hurried out in all my shame
And although I didn’t see the ghost
Let me make this very clear
That room was haunted,
If only by fear!