Nightmare In Mayfield
Little girl lonely, no one to play withSeeking out others to hang around
Then one day some strangers come
Seven in all, to find some answers
When they looked around they found
The town of Mayfield deserted
No one in sight, a very eerie place
And then they saw the little girl
Way in the distance, as though watching
Waiting to see who these strangers be
Waiting to see what they do here
Next thing you know, she's by their side
Trying to be friendly, to play
They go to the church and find a note
Beware of the ghost Emmy Rose Parkinson
The sweetest little girl who died too young
Now she wanders Mayfield
In search of new blood
Beware of Mr. Potts, her protector and friend
They stay to scare, to frighten
To play, to lure anyone in
Into her world of darkness
All those who dare cross her path
Many come in, but none go out
So beware the monsters
Sweet Emmy Rose
Beware the ghostly terrors
The nightmare of Mayfield
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