THE HAUNTED ELECTRIC CHAIR

THE HAUNTED ELECTRIC CHAIR

They kept the old electric chair
In a prison long shut down,
Where broken windows faced the yard
On the edge of a forgotten town.

No prisoner sat upon it now,
No guards walked through the hall,
But every night at half past twelve
A blue light touched the wall.

The caretaker heard it first,
A buzzing from below,
Then footsteps dragged along the floor
Where no one dared to go.

He took his torch and found the room,
The heavy door swung wide,
The chair stood waiting in the dark
With leather straps beside.

Then suddenly the bulbs came on,
Though every wire was dead,
And from the chair a voice spoke low
Tell them I was innocent, it said.

The caretaker froze against the wall,
His torch fell from his hand,
For sitting there was an old grey man
With burns across one hand.

“I died right here,” the spirit said,
“They never heard my plea.
They pulled the switch and watched me die
For something that wasn’t me.”

The chair began to shake and groan,
The room grew bitter cold,
And names appeared upon the wall
The guilty and the sold.

The caretaker ran through iron doors,
He never once looked back,
But behind him came that dreadful buzz
And footsteps down the track.

Next morning police searched the place,
But nothing could be found,
Except the chair still gently rocking
Without a living soul around.

They sealed the prison permanently,
Put chains across the gate,
But people passing late at night
Still swear they hear it wait.A crackle first.
A humming sound.
Then one blue flash of light

And from behind the prison wall

voice still says each night

told them I was innocent.
But no one listened then.
So now this chair will never rest
Until they know who did it… and when