Two Poems from. “The Haunting In Connecticut”

“As I was walking up the stairs,

I saw a man who wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there again today,

Oh how I wish he’d go away.”

“It was one bright day in the middle of the night,

Two dead boys got up to fight.

Back to back they faced one another,

They drew their swords and they shot each other.

A deaf policeman heard the noise and he killed those two dead boys.”

The last poem I remember hearing. But I can’t for the life of my figure on where I heard it.