Amityville Curse

A house on the hill where the shadows creep,
the place where the darkest secrets sleep.
Whispers in the halls, a blood-stained past,
the Amityville curse, built to last.

The walls bleed. The air thick with fear.
Voices call your name, but no one’s near.
Not a dream, not a lie–
just the curse, just the reason why.

The house calls. It wants you inside.
The souls of the damned, they can’t hide.
Every room has a tale to tell,
a nightmare of murder, a personal hell.

The darkness is thick, the air full of screams,
the curse haunts your every waking dream.
You thought it was over, but it’s just begun.
The house needs a soul, and you’re the one.

No escaping, you’re trapped in the spell.
The Amityville curse you’ll never tell.
The house is waiting, with death in its eyes.
Amityville’s calling, no room for goodbyes.