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Avuncular Returns

The last door on the right is hollow-core,

Its frame is warped, the seal no longer tight,

That must be how the spirits made it out,

And gave Aunt Mary Anne her fatal fright.

One looked and sounded just like Uncle Fred,

Screaming like he did the night he died,

He took five hours to go or maybe more,

Twas murder, there was never any doubt.

She got his millions when they ruled him dead,

Her alibi could not be proved a lie,

His corpse entombed with husbands one and two,

Incantatory seals to keep them fast,

Took years, but rot released them at the last,

Her shade a ragged thing when they were thru.