There is a storm brewing in the air
I must find shelter from my walk as quick as can be
It starts to rain, the lightning so very sharp, the thunder so loud it's hard to bear
This must be my lucky day, a house to the side of the road I see.

I run to the porch, running to get out of the rain
It looks like this house is lived in, but there seems to be no one at home
The front door is unlocked, so I go inside to get out of the rain
Things in here feel so strange, I start to feel a creeping feeling of fear.

Everything seems to be in their right place
But my intuition tells me a different thing
So I decide to walk around as my fear I think I need to face
Rationality and logic not fear I want to cling.

As I walk around the living room everything seems to be fine
Walking around downstairs, everything seems to be in place
There is also an upstairs I am drawn to, I must make sure everything is fine
This feeling I carry is so strange, this feeling of fear I must face.

I walk up the stairs feeling queasy as I ascend
At the top of the stairs I look around a corner and I'm not quite prepared for what I see
A pair of feet, someone lying on the floor, BLOOD! no need to pretend
MURDER!    After I see this I am ready to flee.