The House on Harrow Lane #HauntingSignal

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#HauntingSignal - Event Song:
🔗 https://suno.com/song/c8301c95-62e6-4a53-a1be-fbbecd8b6c12

All cursed tracks shall be sealed within the Playlist of the Void 💀:
🔗 https://suno.com/playlist/8fd7663e-c7be-40ab-a7e5-546a633bc676

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[Intro | instrumental]

[Verse 1]
They say it began in the cold October,
When Black Autumn settled on Harrow Lane.
The Crimson Leaves fell on a door left open,
And a family moved in who would never leave again.
The windows were watching, the stairs began to speak,
And the mirror in the hallway wouldn’t show them what they’d seen.

[Pre-Chorus]
A knock at the door, but the porch lay bare,
Just a cold, slow breath on the staircase air.

[Chorus]
Oh, the Jack-o’-lantern burns with no hand to light it,
Its grin stretches wider with every breath you take.
Don’t answer the knock, don’t open the door,
Some things that come calling will never go away.

[Verse 2]
The first night, a child heard her name in the plaster,
Whispered by someone who was not in the room.
The father found footprints that climbed up the ceiling,
And the clocks all stopped at the stroke of gloom.
Someone had carved a Trick or Treat in the doorframe,
Though no child had been near it for a hundred years.
The candy bowl rattled, though nobody touched it,
And the thing in the cellar was laughing in their ears.

[Pre-Chorus]
A knock at the door, but the porch lay bare,
Just a cold, slow breath on the staircase air.

[Verse 3]
In the Dead of Night, beneath a Harvest Moon,
The walls began to bleed and breathe.
The Souls of the Fallen pressed against the glass,
Pale hands reaching, begging them to leave.
The Monsters weren’t hiding in closets or beds,
They wore the faces of the ones they’d loved.
And the voice on the stairs sounded just like their mother’s,
But their mother was buried in the churchyard above.

[Bridge]
This was no accident, no ghost story told for fun,
This was The Haunting, and it had only just begun.
The land itself was Cursed, the deed signed long ago,
In the blood of the ones who were buried below.

[Breakdown]
THEY TRIED TO RUN,
BUT THE ROAD KEPT TURNING,
BACK THROUGH THE VEIL OF SHADOWS,
WHERE THE LANTERN LIGHT
WAS BURNING.

[Verse 4]
Now the house stands empty, or so the townsfolk say,
But on All Hallows’ Eve, the lights come on.
Six figures at the window, still waiting for the dawn
That never came, and now they’re never gone.
So if you find a pumpkin glowing on a porch you do not know,
And a small voice whispers, “Won’t you come inside?”
Remember Harrow Lane, and the family that stayed,
And walk on past the door. Don’t look behind.

[Final Chorus]
Oh, the Jack-o’-lantern burns with no hand to light it,
Its grin stretches wider with every breath you take.
Don’t answer the knock, don’t open the door,
Some things that come calling will never go away.

[Outro]
“Some things that come calling...
will never go away.”

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#HauntingSignal - Event Song: 🔗 https://suno.com/song/c8301c95-62e6-4a53-a1be-fbbecd8b6c12 All cursed tracks shall be sealed within the Playlist of the Void 💀: 🔗 https://suno.com/playlist/8fd7663e-c7be-40ab-a7e5-546a633bc676 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════ [Intro | instrumental] [Verse 1] They say it began in the cold October, When Black Autumn settled on Harrow Lane. The Crimson Leaves fell on a door left open, And a family moved in who would never leave again. The windows were watching, the stairs began to speak, And the mirror in the hallway wouldn’t show them what they’d seen. [Pre-Chorus] A knock at the door, but the porch lay bare, Just a cold, slow breath on the staircase air. [Chorus] Oh, the Jack-o’-lantern burns with no hand to light it, Its grin stretches wider with every breath you take. Don’t answer the knock, don’t open the door, Some things that come calling will never go away. [Verse 2] The first night, a child heard her name in the plaster, Whispered by someone who was not in the room. The father found footprints that climbed up the ceiling, And the clocks all stopped at the stroke of gloom. Someone had carved a Trick or Treat in the doorframe, Though no child had been near it for a hundred years. The candy bowl rattled, though nobody touched it, And the thing in the cellar was laughing in their ears. [Pre-Chorus] A knock at the door, but the porch lay bare, Just a cold, slow breath on the staircase air. [Chorus] Oh, the Jack-o’-lantern burns with no hand to light it, Its grin stretches wider with every breath you take. Don’t answer the knock, don’t open the door, Some things that come calling will never go away. [Verse 3] In the Dead of Night, beneath a Harvest Moon, The walls began to bleed and breathe. The Souls of the Fallen pressed against the glass, Pale hands reaching, begging them to leave. The Monsters weren’t hiding in closets or beds, They wore the faces of the ones they’d loved. And the voice on the stairs sounded just like their mother’s, But their mother was buried in the churchyard above. [Bridge] This was no accident, no ghost story told for fun, This was The Haunting, and it had only just begun. The land itself was Cursed, the deed signed long ago, In the blood of the ones who were buried below. [Breakdown] THEY TRIED TO RUN, BUT THE ROAD KEPT TURNING, BACK THROUGH THE VEIL OF SHADOWS, WHERE THE LANTERN LIGHT WAS BURNING. [Verse 4] Now the house stands empty, or so the townsfolk say, But on All Hallows’ Eve, the lights come on. Six figures at the window, still waiting for the dawn That never came, and now they’re never gone. So if you find a pumpkin glowing on a porch you do not know, And a small voice whispers, “Won’t you come inside?” Remember Harrow Lane, and the family that stayed, And walk on past the door. Don’t look behind. [Final Chorus] Oh, the Jack-o’-lantern burns with no hand to light it, Its grin stretches wider with every breath you take. Don’t answer the knock, don’t open the door, Some things that come calling will never go away. [Outro] “Some things that come calling... will never go away.”

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