Wanna See Something Scary?
Sept 20, 2014 21:47:52 GMT -5
Post by Cameron Tyler on Sept 20, 2014 21:47:52 GMT -5
Cameron stood in front of the Tent of Doom, the hastily assembled so-called Haunted Attraction. She had volunteered for that because she could celebrate Halloween every day of the year. She loved getting in costume and putting on make up and being someone else for even a little while. Of course, now that she really was a monster, the irony didn't escape her for a moment. But for now, she could just be the girl in the ghoulish makeup.
She had plans to break out her guitar later and just play for the amusement of passersby. Then she had an epiphany. She could play while still in her make up. Hey, if it was good enough for Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley, it was good enough for Cameron Tyler. She scurried to the back to pick up her acoustic guitar and she brought it back. But what to play? She had to stay in character, of course.....
Her eyes lit up and she remembered a song that she had heard one Halloween. It was a mournful and very spooky song, indeed.
She had plans to break out her guitar later and just play for the amusement of passersby. Then she had an epiphany. She could play while still in her make up. Hey, if it was good enough for Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley, it was good enough for Cameron Tyler. She scurried to the back to pick up her acoustic guitar and she brought it back. But what to play? She had to stay in character, of course.....
Her eyes lit up and she remembered a song that she had heard one Halloween. It was a mournful and very spooky song, indeed.
Black water Hattie lived back in the swamp
Where the strange green reptiles crawl
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees
Like sausage on a smokehouse wall
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes
An' all of them watching you
Stay off the track to Hattie's Shack in the back of the Black Bayou
Way up the road from Hattie's Shack
Lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town
Talk of swamp witch Hattie lock you in when the sun go down
Rumours of what she'd done, rumours of what she'd do
Kept folks off the track of hattie's shack
In the back of the Black Bayou
One day brought the rain and the rain stayed on
And the swamp water overflowed
Mosquitoes and the fever grabbed the town like a fist
Doctor Jackson was the first to go
Some say the plague wasa brought by Hattie
There was talk of a hang'n too
But the talk got shackled by the howls and the cackles
From the bowels of the Black bayou
Early one morn 'tween dark and dawn when shadows filled the sky
There came an unseen caller on a town where hope run dry
In the square there was found a big black round
Vat full of gurgling brew
Whispering sounds as the folk gathered round
"It came from the Black Bayou"
There ain't much pride when you're trapped inside
A slowly sink'n ship
Scooped up the liquid deep and green
And the whole town took a sip
Fever went away and the very next day the skies again were blue
Let's thank old Hattie for sav'n our town
We'll fetch her from the Black Bayou
Party of ten of the town's best men headed for Hattie's Shack
Said Swamp Witch magic was useful and good
And they're gonna bring Hattie back
Never found Hattie and they never found the shack
And they never made a trip back in
'Twas a parchment note they found tacked to a stump
