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The first was young Miss Grattan,

She tried not to let him in,

He stabbed her with a corn knife,

That's how his crimes begin,

The next was Grandma Grattan,

So old and tired and grey,

She f'it off her attacker,

Until her strength gave way,

The next was Grandpa Grattan,

A-settin' by the fire,

He crept up close behind him,

And strangled him with a wire,

The last was Baby Grattan,

All in his trundle bed,

He stove him in the short ribs,

Until that child was dead,

And spit tobacco juice,

All on his golden head.

From Shirley Jackson's novel "The Haunting of Hill House" (1959)