Welcome
to my humble abode
I built her and fire took her,
The eerie story will unfold
I had many
enemies you see
I was greedy, cruel and malicious,
Or at least that what they thought of me
Yet truth
be told I kept to myself
Just me, my house, my dog
And my hidden wealth
It was
December of nineteen sixty five
Some lout from next door
Lit up my house and burnt me alive
Now I roam
as a mere ghost
A spirit, an apparition
A scary kinda host
Trying to
find peace and tranquillity
Warding off unwanted developers
With my haunting ability
So come
visit, I love to be woken
But don’t come empty handed
Be sure to bring me a spooky token
Woe betide
if you’re not prepared
You may regret it
And brace yourself to be scared
Go to the
trail GC, that’s first base
Follow the tags on the trees
To yonder fire place.