In the dark, it waits for me,
Hiding where I cannot see.
A shadow long, a face unknown,
A voice that chills me to the bone.
I hear it breathing near my bed,
Softly calling in my head.
“Come with me, it won’t take long,
In the dark, you do belong.”
The floorboards creak, the windows moan,
I realize now I’m not alone.
The room feels cold, the air is tight,
I dread to live another night.
Its fingers scratch upon the wall,
A name it writes, my name it calls.
I close my eyes, pretend to sleep,
But through my mind, its whispers creep.
“One more step, and you are mine,
Trapped beyond the end of time.
No one hears, no one sees,
The one who waits inside the trees.”
The clock strikes three, the house stands still,
I feel a touch, a sudden chill.
A hand too thin, a grin too wide,
I scream — but no one hears outside.
In the dark, it waits for you,
When the sky has lost its blue.
At night, beware the voice you hear,
For in the dark, it draws you near.
