The old house, was just standing alone for now

Being quite empty for years, they don’t know how

Some previous owners, had only stayed a night

They say, it was the intense knocking giving a fright

The unwelcome noise, started right around the pm of eight

The more that you listened, soft at first then loud heavy weight

Every wall in the hall, and all the rooms vibrated that sound

It seems maybe a nutty squirrel, or rat inside never to be found

Whoever or whatever, is in those secret scary unknown walls of hell

Let them stay there, can you imagine instead of knock it was a bell

Now the teens of this time, tell their own stories some say if they can

There was a person, living in those walls called the knock knock man