So gather thine chains
And start murmuring out loud
A haunting we doth go
Laughter through echoes
And sudden temperature drops
Our presence it doth show
Open a door, a rickety old door
That creaks and complains
Open it slow
Rattle thine chains
And murmur out loud
Then slam said door shut. Ho ho!
Then whisper hello
As we stroke someone’s cheek
When a haunting we doth go
The Mansionic Perspective 
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