I was told there were only four,
I wouldn’t need to worry much.
They might try to get through one of the doors,
perhaps make some noise and such.
"Hello, hello," the telephone plays
a voice 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.
The moment you tear your eyes from the screen,
Look for a dark silhouette in the hall
With the most horrid face 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
With a lone dusty bulb as your light.
If you close the doors, they can't get 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.
Stay away from the screen,
Don't listen to that phone,
Or you will most certainly—