Dale's Tale

 

In the land of sunshine and sea,
In Florida, where palm trees sway free,
I sit here, a ventriloquist's toy,
And I'll tell you a story that will destroy.

In a small town on the edge of the swamp,
Where the gators and snakes like to romp,
There was a house with a dark past,
And in it, a family didn't last.

They say the husband was abusive and cruel,
And the wife, she was just a tool,
But the children suffered the most,
Their spirits now haunt this ghostly coast.

I saw them once, in the dead of night,
As they floated by, a ghastly sight,
Their eyes glowed red, their skin so pale,
And their voices whispered a mournful tale.

They said their father had killed them all,
In a rage that made the walls shake and fall,
And their mother, she died of a broken heart,
As the evil took hold and tore them apart.

Now, if you wander too close to that house,
You might hear a rustling, like a mouse,
But don't be fooled, it's the ghosts of the dead,
And if you're not careful, they'll take you instead.

So, beware, dear friends, of this cursed land,
For the darkness here, it's hard to withstand,
And if you see me, this ventriloquist's doll,
You better run fast, before the horror makes you crawl.