Welcome, is it your first day
Well then, I'll guide your way.

This is the school
Empty, yes
Everyone is gone now
But it's for the best.

People come and go
Throw things,
Repaint the walls,
And run screaming through the halls.

If you watch the hall
You can see,
Students walking
Normal as can be.

There are yearbooks
Of each student as the were
Growing every year
Graduations of every he and her.

Me? No I never did
I was locked in a forgotten room
My bones still there to be seen
I suppose I have died too soon.

But the school did too
As the students left
It became cold and quiet
Then a storage unit of thefts.

Courage tests come aplenty
A ghost to see but left empty.

Amusing they are
Many come far
To discover this dead school
Something they find so cool.