Erin's Eerie Escapade

Beneath the canopy of stars, where whispers fill the air Four boys lay in their tents, weaving tales of things that scare The night was ripe with mystery, the moon a ghostly glow They spoke of old steam engines where the haunted echoes With flashlights in their trembling hands and courage born of youth They ventured to the sawmill to seek the hidden truth Through the woods they wandered, to the place where shadows play To find the secrets buried in Erin's eerie escapades The sawmill's whispers call in the night's embrace Through the rusted gears and shadows they find a haunted space In the echo of the darkness where the past and present face They uncover spectral stories, Erin's eerie escapades Amidst the sawdust and decay they found a tattered gown A relic of a time long gone where memories abound Their hearts began to quicken as a voice called from the deep A melody so haunting it awoke the night from sleep The sound was soft and sorrowful, a ghostly serenade Guiding them through moonlit beams to where the spirits stayed With every step their wonder grew as fear began to fade Enthralled by tales and mysteries in Erin's eerie escapades The sawmill's whispers call in the night's embrace Through the rusted gears and shadows they find a haunted space In the echo of the darkness where the past and present fades They uncover spectral stories, Erin's eerie escapades By the ancient steam machine a figure soft and bright A girl named Erin smiled at them a beacon in the night Her voice a gentle whisper like the wind through autumn leaves She spoke of times long banished, of dreams the darkness weaves She led them through a phantom world where memories reside A journey through the echoes where the living can't abide Her laughter was a lullaby, a song that never fades As they danced through ghostly visions to the reed a little high The night grew thick with stories of Erin's fleeting years Of love and loss and longing and the secrets formed by tears As dawn began to shimmer the boys bid her farewell Promising to return again to hear what more she'd tell They left the old steam sawmill with hearts both light and grave Carrying the whispers of the stories Erin gave Their friendship bound by spectral threads in twilight soft cascades Forever changed by journeys in Erin's eerie escapades That night they promised in the quiet of the glades To cherish all the memories of Erin's eerie escapades Through the years they'll remember the ghostly girl who played In the shadows of the sawmill and her eerie escapades