A ballad about a ghost that rests in a high school's bathroom. |
He moved through the corridors As easily as can be For he could not be seen By you or by me. The bathroom was his resting place He’d stay there through the night But once the halls came alive by day He’d leave to start the fright. The children moved from room to room And patiently he would wait With a sadistic smile on his face They met their ghastly fate. He was the ghost of Appleton High And everyone knew his name A terrifying menace to one and all Well deserving of his fame. He’d whisper in that gravelly voice “You’re next” he’d say with glee His victim would then try to hide But never could go free. He chose his victims randomly They felt the sharpness of his blade He struck without a pattern or care And that made them more afraid. He was relentless in his own way As he marked the next to die He loved to hear them shriek with fear And then begin to cry. He was the ghost of Appleton High And everyone knew his name A terrifying menace to one and all Well deserving of his fame. Of course he wasn’t always that way A mortal he’d once been His life was ended much too soon By a vengeful man named Fin. The motive for this sinful act Was a straying wife Fin blamed poor Ben for the affair So he ended his young life. A ghost was born that rainy night When poor Ben ceased to be The victim of a choking hold For a life lived recklessly. He was the ghost of Appleton High And everyone knew his name A terrifying menace to one and all Well deserving of his fame. |