Unhaunting featuring Kesha Raithatha
This house is ridding itself of its ghosts.
No more will the little girl at the top of the stairs
Find reasons to wail and visit you at night.
No more torch carrying,
Candles in spectral hands or otherwise.
We're cancelling all trysts with the dead
They've been given their eviction notice.
No more murdered love
Wailing through these halls
Or possessions that aren't healthy
Unless it's the kind that brings big fat bank balance - we're not interested.
No more night-time creaking and levitating furniture.
From a visceral ache for you.
No more will ghouls howl in the rafters
Of course, there will be witch songs,
But your name, my dear, will not be part of the chorus.
This house means business
About being back in business..
This house is going to let the sun in
And have merry fires in the hearth
That don't flicker and spit black dark
At just a clap of your hands.
No more jump scares in the mirror.
No more seances for memories
Or dreading when they’ll drag me out of bed
Or scream into my ear.
No more white nights
And 3 am vigils.
For this house has decided to be a house of rest.
