In 1942 stood a house once full of love and little footprints everywhere.
A home with three children a mom.and dad and grandma to care.
Every part of the house was dusted clean.
The windows shined and beds made up it was but a dream.
The children were killed in this home.
Their bodies were stuck inside in the well but they weren't alone.
Their basement had a well where those three children were thrown into.
Dad was at work while mom took care of the children for she knew what to do.
The day they were killed there was silence in everybody's hearts.
As their lives fell apart.
Mom was crying every day
Dad was not okay
Grandma really doesn't grasp one day to another.
So she reaches out to her daughter.
Time went on and they eventually couldn't cope with life anymore.
So they hung themselves in the basement, all three of their bodies hanging near the door.
Now every time a new family buys the house they hear what goes on.
They float around and they haven't realized they are gone.
A living nightmare, gotta be strong.
All the three children want is to be set free.
But until then the children will haunt them until they agree.
There were things moving around.
The TV dropped its sound.
The family felt a strong presence in their home.
At least they are not alone.
So every day things get moved and out of place.
The vibrations are becoming stronger you can feel it in their face.
Life wasn't always so sad.
Life became so bad.
The reasons the 3 kids are still in the home is because there bodies are there to, they are not alone.
They have to figure out a way to bring her clarity and joy.
They stood their making some noise
The girl brought whatever she needed to break him down.
The children lured the bodies into the well.
One by one the souls went into the body.
They crawled holding hands right through the home and out the door.
All they wanted was to be together
Eternally forever.
The mother opened her door and one by one they left and now they are free.
Free to dance, free to sing, free for everything.
They stood there waving goodbye.
Fading slowly ready to cry.
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