Is it the monsters
that hide in the closet?
Or the ones
that we deposit?

Dark murky corridors
reek of must and mold.
Crumbling gothic castles,
dungeons are damp and cold.

Even with sprawling cities,
High and low they grow.
Creepies and the crawlies
and all the fears we can know

From the corner of the eye,
a flash or shadow you see.
If it’s visible,
how scary can it be?