I was told there were only four,
That I wouldn't need to worry much.
Though they might try to get through one of the doors,
Perhaps make some noise and such.
"Hello, hello," the telephone plays
That voice that I'll never forget.
The place felt quite eerie,
But that didn't scare me
For they hadn't done anything yet.
This job I would try for a couple of days:
A choice I was soon to regret.
Three on a stage, silently stand.
They seemed not to stir as I peered.
Instruments they hold, for they are a band,
Though their song is one to be feared.
The fourth is hidden behind a blue curtain,
For this they don't want to show.
What else lies behind it, I'm not yet certain,
But I'm sure that I don't want to know.
They know when you aren't watching;
I've no idea how, but they do.
For when you remove your eyes from the screen,
Look for a dark silhouette in the hall
With the most horrid face that you've ever seen!
Perhaps the most frightening moment of all
Because those eyes are staring at you.
This place is a nightmare; a living hell.
You'll be lucky to survive the night,
As you long for the chime of the six o' clock bell
To release you from your plight.
If you close the doors, they can't through,
But they are sure to try.
They'll stop at nothing to get to you,
And I wish that I knew why.
Heed my warning: leave them alone.
Don't make the same mistake as I.
At night I can hear their horrible moans,
The gold one haunts me in my dreams,
I can't forget the sound of their terrible screams,
And it makes me want to cry.
So stay away from the screen,
Don't listen to that phone,
Or you will most certainly—