Haunted Inheritance

An empty house, a squeaking mouse,
A hall of empty doors,
An inheritance, a ghostly place,
And now, my friend, it’s yours.

Murder, or was it suicide?
Will no one ever know?
Voices whisper darker deeds,
But time alone will show.

Come visit me, stay the night,
A place to call your home,
Bring a friend for company,
Pray never come alone.

Timbers dark and candle light,
A storm to set the scene,
A ticking clock to twist your mind,
Re-live your darkest dream.

You made it then, I’m pleased to see,
Your friend, I do believe,
Bolt the door and bar the way,
For never will you leave.

Murder, or was it suicide?
Will no one ever say?
An empty house, an evil place,
But here, my friends, you’ll stay.