The Cotton Fields Cry

Months, and years, have passed by, since the old mansion on Willow Lane, had gruesome happenings, blood stained tears

Now, the cotton fields cry, each evening, around midnight, if you are miles within the area, a violin, you can hear

Moans, and woes, of both, young voices, and old, some grueling sounds of pain, and weeping, sounds of death

Torn between, the early nineteenth century, when the death of the first family, was found murdered, only restless spirits appear

Years passed, and then, only one couple lived there, but not long, due to the many haunting shadows of the housekeeper

The housekeeper, was found hung to death, in the insane asylum that she was committed to after the family deaths

It has been said, that sites of the housekeeper, have been seen near the cotton fields, the rebuilt mansion stands empty, though the wine cellar is still filled with thousands of dollars worth of vintage wine, hidden in crept

The rumor is that a rich widow recently moved into the area, and is interested in buying the mansion, and turning it into a banquet hall, winery, and turn the cotton fields into grape fields

Time, and time, children play in the attic, while music plays downstairs, and wine glasses found empty, cigarette buds in ashtrays, as the town has hired a new grounds keeper

He checks on the property, inside and out, but stays a short time, due to once being locked in the wine cellar, he was there for hours, while sounds of drunken fools, dancing above him, gave him chills

Shadows drift by, wine bottles roll across the floor, and a silhouette of a housekeeper at the top of the cellar doors, his hand cut by broken glass, now scarred by the mark of the devil, this mark has been placed for a reason

As the fields of cotton, grow, without any care, they simply come up every year, screaming blood curdling moans, throughout the night, begging for life