The story begins, on that fateful night,
Where nothing is sacred, not even the light,
And the howl of some creatures, echo from outside,
And no matter where you go, there’s nowhere to hide.
In the dark of the shadows, they lurk for you to find,
When you turn round to catch them, you’ll think they’re tricks of the mind.
And you’ll laugh a little, and you’ll kid yourself on,
Until bony fingers reach out, and with one snap, you’re gone.
You’ll wake up in bed, all at once with a fright,
While downstairs two foot spiders, creep in from outside.
Witches and monster bicker, for who gets your life,
At the same time you’re thankful; you think you’re no longer in strife.
If only you knew, the things they want to do,
If only you could realise, one of them will come true.
It could have been the clown, that waits outside your door,
It could have been the demon you’ll see, in your reflective floor.
But the monster that has won, and answers the call,
Is the boogeyman of horrors, except he’s no man at all.
The midnight hour, is within reach of clock hand,
You’ll cower in your bed, too afraid to stand.
And as sweat begins to pour, from under your skin,
You’ll stick your feet out of covers, instead of tucking them in.
You’ll repeat verses of bravery, terror you try to disguise,
But under your bed, is a creature with bulging eyes.
It takes joy in the hunt, it feeds on the fear,
It keeps its growl under breath, as it feels that you’re near.
It has teeth so sharp, and it creeps with a smile,
It won’t make a sound, not for a while.
And when you think you are safe, and your hand reaches to turn off the light,
A tongue will wrap round your arm, and you’ll hear whisper, “Good night.”