Footsteps outside your door
You hear them like a roar
Getting louder and louder
The thing comes nearer

You feel helpless
Afraid
Of the thing behind your door

Will your life come to it's end?
Is tonight the night?
Or, maybe
It's your wife?
Your children perhaps?

All deceased
By your hand
Shaking before
Your hand ceased
Like a nightmare
You're unable to move
Frozen by the site of...

Something
You can't believe

You force something out
Almost incomprehensible
"No.... Who are you?"

"Why, Daddy....
It's me"