There is a place where people vanish without a trace.
Most think this area is the Bermuda Triangle, but they are wrong about that place.
The house gravitates there occasionally.
Sure, almost annually.
But the real source of disappearances is the house itself.
Just don’t look for the elf.
The House of Sirens is no place you’d want to go.
The House of Sirens is dangerous, you know.
You can’t trust anyone if a siren is nearby.
They can disguise themselves as anyone, don’t ask me why.
If they get you, it’s the end of the line.
If you see double, you know that you’re not fine.
There is no escape.
You won’t find any food there, not even a grape.
There is no retreat.
You become their plaything, and that is not neat.
Sirens, you don’t want to meet.
So if you find yourself close to them, hold on to your seat.
Beware the House of Sirens, beware.
For if you enter, you will never get out of there.