(Verse 1) Kevin was dreamin’ of campfire light, Miles was snoring through the quiet night. When BAM! — a crash, and the windows blew, Shadows crept in, and the moon turned blue. Hands from the dark pulled them outta bed, Whispers and laughter filled their heads. Woke up cold on a creaky floor, In a house they’d never seen before... Candlelight flickered, the air went still, A ghoul in chains came over the hill. Skeletons danced with bones that clacked, A witch cackled loud as the walls all cracked. (Chorus) Now they’re runnin’ through halls where the spirits roam, In a ghost house far from home. Dodgin’ curses, traps, and screams, Through haunted halls and twisted dreams. But deep in the dark, past the broomstick gloom, They found a carpet in a secret room. With a shimmer and spark, it began to rise— Now they’re blastin’ out into midnight skies! (Verse 2) Miles said, “Bro, I hate this place,” As a banshee floated through his face. Kevin grabbed a torch from the wall, Lit up the gloom in the cursed old hall. Books flew off shelves like birds in flight, And a mirror screamed, “You won’t survive the night!” But down in the basement, behind a brick, They found a latch and turned it quick. A room appeared with golden threads— A carpet hummed and gently said, “Hop on now if you want to live, But witches chase and don’t forgive…” (Chorus) Now they’re soaring above that ghostly dome, From a haunted house that’s not their home. Witches shriek and give wild chase, But the carpet’s fast—it wins the race! Lightning strikes as they twist and weave, Over graveyards, through the eaves. Kevin shouts, “We’re not your snack!” Miles yells, “We ain’t comin’ back!” (Bridge) Witch on the left, ghoul on the right, But that carpet’s burning with pure flight light. Through thunderclouds and midnight fog, They leave behind the witch’s bog. Finally land in their backyard lawn, As the first light cracks with a sleepy yawn. (Final Chorus) They escaped the house where the horrors creep, From skeleton halls and ghosts that weep. Now they sleep with one eye wide, And a broomstick scar from the final ride. But if you hear a whisper past midnight gloom… Check your closet. Or your room. 👻🧹🎃🕯️
