AmityVille

It's the house

Roundabout the hill.

Causing bodies to ill;

Causing spines to chill;

Causing minds to kill;

Causing lies to spill;

Causing skies to still;

This is Amityville.

Outside it isn't so scary but still,

Inside it is as terrific as hell.

Murder is what it is capable;

But off the staircase is the pedestal,

Just one leap over the cathedral;

Impaled on the point like Vlad the Dracul.

Off the house, the hynes howl,

To the demons who possess like ghoul,

Feeling dizzy like a Tylenol pill,

This is what is Amityville.

Nonchalantly just encountering a spill;

Was it your soul in the hands of devil?

Or was it just the eerie noise;

Your nightmare's alive, does it ring a bell?

Catapulisticly just walk until

The dream's finished and reality prevail

But you are not asleep, are you still?

No worries,

Now you'll be buried in the grounds of Amityville.

By : Armaan Yusuf