After-School Ghost Club

When the lockers echo and the hallway glows

We slip past the notice board, nobody knows

Got a folder map and a flashlight grin

At the outside door where the whispers begin

We're not afraid of the creak and the stare

We bring our brave hearts and a little blue dare

If the shadows jump, we just laugh and lean in

Tonight the ghost club's about to begin

Welcome to the ghost club

At the glass and out of sight

We trade our scary stories

In the silver money light

If a curtain moves, we cheer

If a window taps, we smile

Laughing at the chill, we snow a while

Welcome to the ghost club

Where the weird feel like a friend

Every little frat we face

Turns into a spark we send

Hands up for the echoes that the mystery wrote

Secret ghost club meeting the brave and bold

There's a poster on the wall

With a broken moon

And a broken trophy humming like a tune

Mina saw a shadow in the chemistry room

The wall said boo

And I perched into bloom

We're not afraid of the creak and the stare

We bring our brave hearts and a little bit dare

If the shadows jump, we just laugh and lean in

Tonight the ghost club's about to begin

Welcome to the ghost club, after class and out of sight

Trade our scary stories in the silver and the milly

If a curtain moves, we cheer, if a window taps, we smile

Laughing at the chill, we stay a while

Walking through the ghost club where the weed feels like a friend

Every little frag we face turns into a spark we send

Hands up for the echoes, let the mystery roll

Secret ghost club meeting, brave and bold

Maybe every haunting needs a place to land

A little ring of laughter and a steady hand

So we name the night and the fear gets small

And my whole school hall is singing with us all

Welcome to the ghost club

After class and out of sight

We trade our scary stories

In silver Monday light

If a curtain moves, we cheer

If a wind-up tides, we smile

Laughing at the chill, we stay a while

Welcome to the ghost club

Where the weird feels like a fan

Head full of the fright we face

Turns into a spark we send

Hands up toward the echoes

Let the mystery roll

Sick of ghosts the bleeding raven bull