Through the third haunted hall
Many different skeletons are on display
And ready to attack
Regular skeletons
Bone chucking skeletons
Skeleton knights with swords
Skeletons with bone-like whips
And the toughest one of all
The red skeleton
Outside the windows
Strange lighting is going on out there
While inside
The black curtains and tapestries are
ripped and torn beautifully
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