This house creaks
It squeaks
As I walk through it in the night
I cant find the lightswitch
I walk in fright
I get the shivers
I feel stared down
Ghosts arent the only thing I fear
I fear the clown

This house is full of memories
Past, unforgiven
This house is forsaken
Because of its loved ones
It used to shelter many
Now it shelters none
The shutters slap the windows
And the floors give a little
The walls need painting
I am just befuddled

I walk through this house
As I used to live here to
I used to live here a long time ago
My parents lived here very few
There was a huge fire
The littlest one still sleeps
Her crib only a pile of dust
I dont want to enter that room
I must

I feel a breeze
Breath on my neck?
I suck in a gasp
I turn around slow
Nothing is there
I let my heart relax
I cant remember every thing that happend
I can only look around and be saddened

My heart races again
I turn quickly around
A little girls screams are heard up aboce
I remember the attic
The tv up there never put out anything but static
I run to the top of the staircase and nothing appears
But coming
By running
I faced my greatest fear
I found the one doll
That scared me the most
I found the scary doll
That I feared like the ghosts
A life size clown
With two big feet
Its big bottom sitting on a little yellow seat

Its white make up is brown
From dust and age
I can smell my mothers incense
I remember, it was sage
She had put this doll up here
When I had my first nightmare
She believed it caused fear and anger in that room
I had broken it more than once
Purposely you know
For all the cracks and glue it taken
All goes to show
I just wanted it to leave, GO!

Fears can be taken and broken too
Its how long it takes
And what it takes
Is all up to you
It can take years
Hours
Sometimes only minutes
But I think that anything
Can be conqured
Deminished
All it takes is courage
And a bit of fear
To find the problem
And leave it here
 
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