Why do they call it that
There's a place in the Midwest
To put your mind to the test
With history of this old estate
There was much grief, fate
Kids disappeared, we were too late
And the senses of virtue
Hear the whispers in the walls
Undead voices of the thralls
Ties to the property, they remain
One day we will answer their calls
The doctor adopted many
Kids with ill health were plenty
Shortly felt the reaper's touch
From the trusted one's clutch
Making no swift things beyond us
But a sharp or powerful beast
Hear the whispers in the walls
Continued voices of the thralls
Ties to the property, they remain
One day we will answer their calls
His daughter wasn't important enough
She burned by the fireplace that day
Lucky kid survived through and through
Delivered her dad to the authorities
He was admitted into day custody
One less soul to redeem
Hear the whispers in the walls
Who in their past are reclaimed
The souls that they lost
Where the whispers stayed
At the whispers' estate
The whispers still remain
Doing their best to reclaim
The souls that they lost
Where the whispers stayed
At the whispers' estate