Conjuring ghastly ghosts underneath your bed.
Within your bedroom here, they park.
Bright red eyes watch you from the dark.
A timid question asks, "Who's there?"
But it's you that's trespassing in their lair.
They answer your call with a wicked scream
That pulls your mind apart at the seams.
Slimy fingers creep up your leg.
You know it'd be no use to beg.
Constricting hands wrap around your throat,
But the light reveals it's just your coat.
The fingers are your old dog's tongue,
The red eyes, the robot toy that you flung.
The scream, you realize, was your own.
It's only been you, all alone.
So you lay back down and close your eyes,
And kiss those evil dreams goodbye.
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