Haunted House Blues

Old wood and colder nights, a house groans under the weight of unfinished business,
You paid too much for the square footage, but how do you put a price on the thrill of a haunted hallway?
The walls remember every argument, every embrace, every secret,
Chandeliers swing without wind, floorboards whine beneath footsteps that never arrive,
Neighbors whisper but never visit,
Parties fill the rooms with noise, but it’s the silence that tells the real story.

You tell yourself you’re not scared,
But every time the lights flicker, you pray it’s just the wiring,
The ghosts become roommates–some polite, some vengeful,
You argue with them about the rent,
Throw dinner parties just to drown out the rattling in the attic.

Maybe one day you’ll move on,
But you’ll never find another home with such vivid memories,
It’s not the ghosts you fear,
But what life feels like without them.