The Bell Witch

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In Tennessee, a tale is told,
Of a spirit feared, mysterious and bold.
A haunting legend, known so well,
Of the Bell Witch, an eerie spell.
It started with a farmer named John Bell,
His family, tormented by an unseen spell.
Banging on walls, voices in the night,
A force that filled them all with fright.
The Bell Witch, they called the ghost,
A malevolent spirit, feared the most.
It whispered secrets, foretold their fate,
Unleashing fear they couldn't abate.
The witch took many forms, they say,
A black dog, a rabbit, night and day.
It laughed, it mocked, it scratched and bit,
Its presence a terror, a harrowing fit.
The Bell family tried to flee,
But the witch pursued with malicious glee.
It taunted them with knowledge unknown,
A torment that chilled them to the bone.
Word of the witch spread far and wide,
As curious visitors came to the Bell's side.
But the witch's wrath, it did not abate,
It grew more powerful, full of hate.
In the end, John Bell succumbed,
To the Bell Witch, his fate was numbed.
The spirit vanished, leaving mystery behind,
A legend that lingers, a tale enshrined.
The Bell Witch, a legend so old,
A haunting story that's been retold.
A specter feared, a mystery unsolved,
A ghostly enigma, yet to be resolved.