The Not-Very-Scary Song

I was lost inside the forest The sky was getting dark I couldn't find the trail that led to where my car was parked I found an old abandoned house An evil-looking shack With dead trees in the front yard and a graveyard in the back A wolf howled in the distance So with nowhere else to hide I opened up the creaking door and, trembling, went inside I had a tiny flashlight that cast shadows before my eyes I knew this house was haunted But I was in for a surprise There were no ghosts There were no goblins I went to sleep I had no problems (Except I SLEPT WRONG AND GOT A CRICK IN MY NECK!) I thought I heard a sound in the middle of the night I got up and looked around Prepared to die of fright I found a dusty book on a delapidated shelf Had it been written by a witch Or some malicious elf? It must contain black magic And I felt compelled to look So with shaking hands I reached out And I opened up the book There were no spells No incantations It was a photo album of someone's summer vacations (But in some of the pictures... IT WAS RAINING!) In the morning I awoke Just before the dawn I made my exit through the front door I needed to be gone A morning mist was covering the headstones and the ground And I imagined that the undead must be walking all around There were no zombies There were no witches No Frankenstein all full of stitches I made it home without any hitches And that's the end (...OR IS IT?)