Time for a different adventureOne in the dark of night
No telling what may creep past us
Just as we turn out the light
Past the old arm chair and lamp
Tip toe with me down the halls
Down to the basement stairs
Picture frames covering the walls
We giggle but try to hide it
The mirthful and happy sound
Then suddenly I lose my balance
And we fall to the ground
The girls behind us laugh mercilessly
Until we grab ankles and pull them too
Nothing like ghost stories at a sleepover
To trip and laugh about the whole night through
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