Say, What's in That Old House?

Say, what's in that old house?
It's abandoned
Has been for longer
Than anyone can even remember
Even the old folk can't recall
Anything along the lines of the living
Taking up residence in there

Say, what's in that old house?
The neighbors say
That they see lights
At night, in the attic, the highest room
Flickering, switching, on, off, on, off
But no movement
Not even a sign as a breath being sucked in
Just a light
Of course, it could be kids
Filled with curiosity like their mothers and fathers
But the energy that surrounds the place
The energy that makes you sick
The kind that's make you lose your lunch
Before you even get within a few feet
The kind that wards off priests and rabbis
Holy men who've seen everything
I don't think would even date
God himself
Would probably cower
And walk
Because he has no place in there

Say, what's in that old house?
The lights
The energy
The mystery
Don't ask me because I'm asking you
Don't ask the neighbors because they're asking me
No one actually knows the bones of that rickety
Tricky mystery
And I don't reckon anyone ever will
It won't allow it
It doesn't want it
It just wants...

Say, what does it want?