I wrote this. Tell me what you think.

This house is oh so cold
And not just because it is old
This house is dark and has a terrible past
The rusted black gate keeps strangers fast
It stands on Never-Ending Hill over looking Devil's Lake
Living in this house was a grave mistake
These walls blood has stained
The memories in these walls bring nothing but pain

The night is coming and it is time for bed
I pray to God that I don't wake up dead
The wails of a little girl at midnight I hear
Even though I am the only one here
She lived in this house with her family
Until that awful bloody tragedy

A father, a mother, a sister, and a brother
A family picture perfect like no other
A father and a mother in love outside
In terrible hate inside


A mother who loves her children and treats them with care
But to cross her husband she would not dare
A brother and sister as close as can be
A brother who fills his dear sister with glee
A brother, a boy of eight or nine
A smile to die for and hair so fine
A sister so lovely, so cute
Her hair is blond Her cheeks are red
It is too bad that she is dead
The children's father was an evil man
Their terrible deaths he did plan

Sunday night dinner is served
And soon father will give the children what they deserved
Father excused himself from the table
And he went out to the stable
He returns with the things he needs
“NO!” the children’s mother pleads
An Ax to the head of the girl
A noose around the neck of the boy


The children’s mother crying and wailing so
The children’s father, the Harvester of Sorrow,
met his maker swinging at the gallows

The girl is with God and is glorified
The boy however is un-baptized
The church told their mother that the boy was in sin
Her boy was destined for hell they said with an evil grin

His mother joined her son that same night
Her head spread open by a bullet, a gruesome sight
Now the boy and his mother lay in the pits of hell
For the innocent boy, my own soul the girl will sell

She is here and she is real
For her innocent brother my soul she has come to steal
At the foot of my bed there she stands
She holds a carving knife in her little hands
Her dress is covered in blood, her head split from the ax
For my soul she has come back
A twisted and evil smile crosses her face


I want to run but I am frozen in place
In terror I plead with prayer
But God and Jesus are not there
I close my eyes and tremble in fear
I am afraid that my bloody end is near
Slowly she is coming near
Her icy breath I can feel and I can hear
I open my eyes and hope it is a dream
But all I see is the knife's bright gleam
She is standing next to me with fire in her eyes
She playfully sings an evil child's chant as my body dies
The knife is plunged deep into my throat
As she recites her evil oath
That night was the darkest of all
And God was not there to hear my pleading call
For her innocent brother she sold my soul
That night she gave the devil his due
That night she made a trade with the devil
And in hell I remain forever