iF YOU COME TO MY HOUSE

  
   Beware of what you can not yet see, that which 
  Is hidden,

   Stepping beyond this darkened doorstep will be the
  End.

   So sorry if you must be the ones, delighted I am, 
  Truthfully,

  On this night of make believe fright, tonight is reality.


   Walk through my home, if I let you leave then fear will 
  Follow you home,

  Down in my basement, cages made, chains and shackles,
  Do you believe?

  You think this a show, fun for an October night, I know 
   What's real, what's in sight,

  You can't imagine that this is for someone like you, I've 
   Seen this before, yes, It's true.

   A tour now, up to an attic, blood stains and old bones on 
   The floor,  a foul smell indeed,

   Table in the corner, straps from end to end, you have no 
    Idea,  But I'm not your friend.

   Let's go outback where a scene of fright fills this night, 
   Open the door, step inside,

   Down the stairs, you can't believe your eyes, turn around 
  As I'm nowhere to be found,

  You are now in the dark, the door is locked, have a good 
   Night, Be careful, they bite.
                                   Keith Garrett


                             


                               



                                                           


                                                  Stepping beyond this darkened doorstep will be the end.


                                                So sorry if you must be the ones, delighted I am, truthfully,


                                                     On this night of make believe fright, tonight is reality.


                                   Walk through my home, if I let you leave then fear will follow you home,


                                    Down in my basement, cages made, chains and shackles, do you believe?


                           You think this a show, fun for an October night, I know what's real, what's in sight,


                         You can't imagine that this is for someone like you, I've seen this before, yes, it's true.


                         A tour now, up to an attic, blood stains and old bones on the floor, a foul smell indeed,


                          Table in the corner, straps from end to end, you have no idea but I'm not your friend.


                              Let's go outback where a scene of fright fills this night, open the door, step inside,


                          Down the stairs, you can't believe your eyes, turn around as I'm nowhere to be found,


                            You are now in the dark, the door is locked, have a good night, be careful, they bite.

                               Keith garrett