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Description
Step by step I steadily walk,
I stumble and trip; I'm such a gawk,
Dustballs gather upon the floor,
As I near the attic door.

I reach the handle as cobwebs gleam,
I wrench it open and the hinges scvream,
Bugs and spiders scuttle under my feet,
Into cracks in the wall like an insect street.

From open windows the cold air blows,
And boxes of junk the moonlight shows,
As it grows colder I begin searching,
I can hardly see but continue working.

Suddenly, everything goes black,
And I feel like ice is running down my back,
And then the sound of a ghostly rap.

'This is the voice of the spooks from war,
Who dares come a-knocking on my door?
You are not welcome; leave, leave,
Or you will be in great peril - believe, believe!'

I turn around - my voice goes high -
And look above where the spirits fly,
I do not see them but I can hear,
And that's what makes me shake with fear.

They threaten to kill me - eat me too,
They swarm around me, yelling BOO!
They start to spin, to swallow me up,
My head starts to twirl - I get the hiccups.

I hear a cock-a-doodle; the sun starts to rise,
The spirits stop spinning and increase in size,
They grow bigger and bigger til you see the whole sun,
Then they burst into pieces like the sound of a gun.

End.

Description
Step by step I steadily walk,
I stumble and trip; I'm such a gawk,
Dustballs gather upon the floor,
As I near the attic door.

I reach the handle as cobwebs gleam,
I wrench it open and the hinges scvream,
Bugs and spiders scuttle under my feet,
Into cracks in the wall like an insect street.

From open windows the cold air blows,
And boxes of junk the moonlight shows,
As it grows colder I begin searching,
I can hardly see but continue working.

Suddenly, everything goes black,
And I feel like ice is running down my back,
And then the sound of a ghostly rap.

'This is the voice of the spooks from war,
Who dares come a-knocking on my door?
You are not welcome; leave, leave,
Or you will be in great peril - believe, believe!'

I turn around - my voice goes high -
And look above where the spirits fly,
I do not see them but I can hear,
And that's what makes me shake with fear.

They threaten to kill me - eat me too,
They swarm around me, yelling BOO!
They start to spin, to swallow me up,
My head starts to twirl - I get the hiccups.

I hear a cock-a-doodle; the sun starts to rise,
The spirits stop spinning and increase in size,
They grow bigger and bigger til you see the whole sun,
Then they burst into pieces like the sound of a gun.

End.