They make me groan and scream with fright.
I rattle my chains in fear.
This place is haunted every night.
The monsters, they draw near.
They make me turn as white as a sheet
but listen, here’s the twist:
my mummy ghost will just repeat
that “people don’t exist!”
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Paul Hughes 2010
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