Tell-tale

Are there skeletons in the closet
Of your cottage in the woods
Remote and overgrown again
After an excavation or two

And of course there are all those mysterious fires
Where they couldn’t determine a source
I heard it was just some stupid kid
Who was known around town as a torch

Are there ghosts in all your houses
Do they follow you from room to room?
Do they whisper to you soft and slow
You know that you’re doomed

Do you row yourself out to the lake
And hear a knock from under your boat
Do you see hands emerge from the water
Do they have you by the throat?