He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
And then he had a crooked thought.
Why is my crookedness my lot,
Why must I be crooked instead of not?
And the crooked man would cry
And he couldn't fathom why...
He was sad all the time
And so he cried
And he climbed up his crooked stairs
Of his crooked little home
He tied up a crooked noose
And ended his crooked life
You're a student who is taking film class. You meet a bunch of friends and decided to do a project. You guys get all your equipment and set out to one of the scariest hotel that was famous around your small town. That's where your story starts. Apparently there was a bad incident that happened in that house.
There was an old man who always looked a bit crooked. He liked collecting strange things. He had a pet mouse and cat. They were always stuffed in his drawer. One day he couldn't take it any more and grabbed a rope, wrapping it around him, eventually killing himself. No one knows why he did it, but some say they see him peeking out the window at some point. The neighbors have said that he looked a little different. You guys find this exciting and stay there overnight, recording your movie inside the hotel.
I'm really hoping some people can join
