Michael

There’s a ghost down in the hall
There’s a ghoul upon the bed
There’s something in the walls
There’s blood up on the stairs
And it’s floating through the room
And there’s nothing I can see
And I know this blessed tune
Because now it’s hunting me

I don’t understand it, hey
I don’t understand it, ow

There’s a thumping in the floor
There’s a creak behind the door
There’s a rocking in the chair
But there’s no one sitting there
There’s a ghostly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coffin inlay open
Where a restless soul spoken

I don’t understand it, hey
(Got a ghosts gotta break...

"So Diane how was work?" Michael asked as they sat down eating dîner that night. "Fine i guess." Diane answered. "Guessing your boss is still a jerk huh?" Michael said. "Yep...but at leat today i was actually able to montrer him i can in fact fix a camera." , "He didnt think toi could fix camera's? i thought toi told him that when he hired you?" , "I did but he a dit he wanted someone who was certified to fix cameras to fix it." Diane a dit "So did he call a repaiman to fix it?" Michael asked. "Yes they did but he couldnt fix it, because the part that was broken he couldnt fix, so i came down...