House of Snakes
J. R. Hayes, Scott Hull
The name's Detective Chase
I'm working a cold case
The clues have led me
To this empty house near White's Ferry
I can't tell you what's wrong
All I know is something ain't right
Six murders spanning sixty years
All converging here
The front door
Opens of its own accord
I feel threatened
I draw my weapon
They're coiled on the chairs
Crawling down the stairs
Squirming everywhere
The snakes are black
Red diamonds on their backs
A single serpent
Fills the basement
It speaks to me
It knows my name
Detective Chase
Intruder in the House of Snakes
