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− | What’s wrong, my child? |
+ | <poem>What’s wrong, my child? |
+ | Oh, could it be, |
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− | Oh, could it be |
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That the shadows on the walls |
That the shadows on the walls |
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+ | Become monsters that you see? |
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+ | Just a trick of the mind, |
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− | Become monsters you see? |
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+ | No need to fuss. |
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+ | Just settle down, |
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+ | And please dear, do hush. |
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− | Just a trick of the mind |
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− | No need to fuss |
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− | Just settle down |
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− | And please dear, do hush |
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It’s the third time this week |
It’s the third time this week |
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+ | That you've said there were ghosts, |
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+ | And creatures that lurk, |
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+ | In search of a host. |
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− | You’ve |
+ | You’ve seen too many movies, |
+ | Read too many books. |
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+ | Our house is safe from killers, |
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+ | Yes, even ones with hooks. |
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+ | I know that it’s raining, |
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− | And creatures that lurk |
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+ | I know that it’s cold, |
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+ | But that noise is the house. |
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+ | Remember, it’s old. |
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+ | Go to sleep, child. |
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− | In search of a host |
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+ | No, I need to sleep, too. |
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+ | Please relax, sweetheart. |
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+ | Nothing will come get you. |
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− | You’ve seen too many movies |
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− | Read too many books |
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− | Our house is safe from killers |
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− | Yes, even ones with hooks |
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− | I know that it’s raining |
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− | I know that it’s cold |
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− | But that noise is the house |
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− | Remember, it’s old |
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− | Okay, fine, I’ll stay |
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− | With you here tonight |
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+ | Okay, fine! I’ll stay |
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+ | With you here tonight. |
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And now, are you ready? |
And now, are you ready? |
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+ | I’ll turn off the light. |
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+ | See, there’s no monsters. |
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− | I’ll turn off the light |
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+ | See, there’s no frights. |
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− | See, there’s no monsters |
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− | See, there’s no frights |
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You will not wake up |
You will not wake up |
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With big, scary bites |
With big, scary bites |
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+ | From creatures that scurry, |
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+ | Scamper and crawl. |
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− | From creatures that scurry |
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− | Scamper and crawl |
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From beings that live |
From beings that live |
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+ | Inside of our wall. |
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− | Inside of our wall |
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Although...do you see that? |
Although...do you see that? |
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+ | No, it must be a trick, |
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+ | I thought I just saw something, |
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− | No, it must be a trick |
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+ | But it vanished real quick. |
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− | I thought I just saw something |
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− | But it vanished real quick |
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What do you mean |
What do you mean |
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That what I saw was real? |
That what I saw was real? |
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+ | You saw it too? |
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− | You |
+ | You say it wants a meal? |
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− | Come on, what’s the deal? |
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I think being here |
I think being here |
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+ | Is starting to spook me. |
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− | Is starting to spook me |
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But I know I won’t be eaten |
But I know I won’t be eaten |
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+ | Just like I'm a cookie. |
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− | As though I’m a cookie |
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I’ll just ignore |
I’ll just ignore |
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+ | That shape in the window, |
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− | That shape in the window |
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I’m certain it’s just |
I’m certain it’s just |
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+ | The trees when the wind blows. |
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− | The trees when the wind blows |
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But wait, did you hear it? |
But wait, did you hear it? |
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+ | That was a moan... |
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+ | And now there’s a voice. |
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− | That was a moan |
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+ | Okay, no, no, no! |
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− | And now there’s a voice |
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− | Okay, no, no, no |
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I know there’s no monsters |
I know there’s no monsters |
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+ | Under the bed. |
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+ | There’s no creatures lurking |
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+ | Nothing wants us dead. |
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+ | Just settle down, hon |
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− | Under the bed |
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+ | Morning comes soon. |
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+ | But then there’s tomorrow. |
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− | There’s no creatures now lurking |
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+ | There'll be a full moon... |
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− | Nothing wants us dead |
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− | Just settle down, son |
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− | Morning comes soon |
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− | But then there’s tomorrow |
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− | The night of the full moon |
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− | Now I feel chills |
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− | Let’s just try and rest |
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+ | Now I feel chills. |
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+ | Let’s just try and rest. |
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Don’t you think |
Don’t you think |
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That that’ll be best? |
That that’ll be best? |
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Yes, that’s it, |
Yes, that’s it, |
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+ | Close your eyes tight. |
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− | Close your eyes tight |
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And avoid having nightmares |
And avoid having nightmares |
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+ | With all of your might. |
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+ | But I’m still awake, |
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− | With all of your might |
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− | But I’m still awake |
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For how can I slumber |
For how can I slumber |
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When I just saw |
When I just saw |
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Something from under |
Something from under |
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+ | The bed where we sit, |
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+ | The bed where you sleep. |
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+ | I saw its red eyes, |
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+ | But it didn’t make a peep. |
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+ | No, I’m just paranoid. |
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+ | I had too much coffee. |
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− | The bed where we sit |
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− | The bed where you sleep |
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− | I saw it’s red eyes |
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− | But it didn’t make a peep |
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− | No, I’m just paranoid |
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− | I drunk too much coffee |
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I’ll just try and pretend |
I’ll just try and pretend |
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+ | There’s no hand now on me. |
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− | There’s no hand now on me |
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Oh, it was you? |
Oh, it was you? |
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What was the matter? |
What was the matter? |
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Could you not sleep |
Could you not sleep |
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With all of my chatter? |
With all of my chatter? |
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+ | I’m sorry, sweetheart, |
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+ | Don’t let me wake you. |
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+ | Just dream of bright sunlight, |
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+ | Against a sky that's blue. |
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+ | Get some rest for me, |
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+ | For I know I won’t. |
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− | I’m sorry, sweetheart |
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+ | Trust me, I do want to, |
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+ | It’s not that I don’t. |
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− | Don’t let me wake you |
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− | Just dream of bright sunlight |
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− | Against a sky blue |
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− | Get some rest for me |
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− | For I know I won’t |
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− | Trust me, I do want to |
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− | It’s not that I don’t |
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But I see a figure |
But I see a figure |
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+ | Sitting in your chair, |
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+ | With skin very pale, |
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+ | And dark, stringy hair, |
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+ | With fingers so long, |
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− | Sitting in your chair |
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+ | With eyes black as coal, |
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+ | It's like there's nothing in the sockets, |
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− | With skin very pale |
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+ | Just two small holes... |
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− | And dark, stringy hair |
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− | Oh, god am I frightened |
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− | But I have a plan |
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+ | Still, she's staring at me. |
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− | Tomorrow, my child, |
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+ | I don't know what she wants. |
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+ | Who is she, why did she die? |
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+ | Why is it your room she haunts? |
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+ | But we'll be alright, my child. |
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− | We're going to Gran's |
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+ | For I think I have a plan. |
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+ | Tomorrow, my dear child, |
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+ | We'll go sleep at Gran's.</poem> |
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[[Category:Poetry]] |
[[Category:Poetry]] |
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[[Category:Ghosts]] |
[[Category:Ghosts]] |
Latest revision as of 01:53, 7 September 2017
What’s wrong, my child?
Oh, could it be,
That the shadows on the walls
Become monsters that you see?
Just a trick of the mind,
No need to fuss.
Just settle down,
And please dear, do hush.
It’s the third time this week
That you've said there were ghosts,
And creatures that lurk,
In search of a host.
You’ve seen too many movies,
Read too many books.
Our house is safe from killers,
Yes, even ones with hooks.
I know that it’s raining,
I know that it’s cold,
But that noise is the house.
Remember, it’s old.
Go to sleep, child.
No, I need to sleep, too.
Please relax, sweetheart.
Nothing will come get you.
Okay, fine! I’ll stay
With you here tonight.
And now, are you ready?
I’ll turn off the light.
See, there’s no monsters.
See, there’s no frights.
You will not wake up
With big, scary bites
From creatures that scurry,
Scamper and crawl.
From beings that live
Inside of our wall.
Although...do you see that?
No, it must be a trick,
I thought I just saw something,
But it vanished real quick.
What do you mean
That what I saw was real?
You saw it too?
You say it wants a meal?
I think being here
Is starting to spook me.
But I know I won’t be eaten
Just like I'm a cookie.
I’ll just ignore
That shape in the window,
I’m certain it’s just
The trees when the wind blows.
But wait, did you hear it?
That was a moan...
And now there’s a voice.
Okay, no, no, no!
I know there’s no monsters
Under the bed.
There’s no creatures lurking
Nothing wants us dead.
Just settle down, hon
Morning comes soon.
But then there’s tomorrow.
There'll be a full moon...
Now I feel chills.
Let’s just try and rest.
Don’t you think
That that’ll be best?
Yes, that’s it,
Close your eyes tight.
And avoid having nightmares
With all of your might.
But I’m still awake,
For how can I slumber
When I just saw
Something from under
The bed where we sit,
The bed where you sleep.
I saw its red eyes,
But it didn’t make a peep.
No, I’m just paranoid.
I had too much coffee.
I’ll just try and pretend
There’s no hand now on me.
Oh, it was you?
What was the matter?
Could you not sleep
With all of my chatter?
I’m sorry, sweetheart,
Don’t let me wake you.
Just dream of bright sunlight,
Against a sky that's blue.
Get some rest for me,
For I know I won’t.
Trust me, I do want to,
It’s not that I don’t.
But I see a figure
Sitting in your chair,
With skin very pale,
And dark, stringy hair,
With fingers so long,
With eyes black as coal,
It's like there's nothing in the sockets,
Just two small holes...
Still, she's staring at me.
I don't know what she wants.
Who is she, why did she die?
Why is it your room she haunts?
But we'll be alright, my child.
For I think I have a plan.
Tomorrow, my dear child,
We'll go sleep at Gran's.