Los Otros/The Others

In your house at 10 after midnight the ghosts appear.
Making a terrible noise, they move chairs and raise the shades.
You can't fall asleep, trying to dispel your mortal fear.
The paintings fall down, and you see large letters on the wall: HADES.
You got a feeling of the others in the room watching you,
A sharp butcher knife levitates a few inches from your head.
You stand paralyzed when two dark shadowy figures come into view
And manage to grab the knife running instantly to the bed.
''Who the hell are you, and what do you want? '' you scream
And see another script on the wall: YOU INTRUDER GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE!
When cold invisible hands smother you, you wish it was a bad dream.
The last thing you hear is, ''We have it made, my beloved spouse.''

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