In the shadowy village where darkness reigns,
Houses loom tall, with eerie remains.
Gothic facades, with windows aglow,
Whispers of phantoms, in the eerie glow.
Each house tells a tale of terror and woe,
With creaking floors, and ghosts that flow.
But amidst the horror, one house stands plain,
A normal facade, devoid of strain.
Its windows shuttered, its doors closed tight,
But within its walls, a chilling sight.
For behind closed doors, a darkness dwells,
A horror unseen, in the depths it compels.
While ghosts haunt the streets, with mournful cries,
The true terror lurks, behind human eyes.
For in the house that seems so mundane,
Lies the heart of darkness, a soul in pain.
So beware the normal, in a village of fear,
For the true horror lies, where the humans leer.
In a world of ghosts, it's the humans who scare,
In the house that seems, like it doesn't care.
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