You tell the stories
You listen to the screams
of a campfire ghost story
It's all fun indeed

But if you knew such tragedy
could actually be real
You'd die on the spot
Of the stories revealed

You say there's no such thing
but let me tell you one thing
These stories are true
as true as the moon

Eerie silences
Things so very hostile
a whisper in a dark hallway
of an abandoned hospital

An Indian Burial Ground
flute music in the distance
you turn around to the source
but it's gone in an instance

Gunshots heard
on an old Civil War battle ground
A man on a horse
he disappears with no elusive sound

An old mansion
abandon for years
a see-through child
crying silent tears

You my friend have no clue how this will end
You my friend have no idea what fear is