My name is Tony and this is my testimony. I am a ghost and you my host before I begin my story would you like some toast? Lost soul from elm street, caught by a dream demon who had all the control man who knew that I was not even safe with all the lights on and residing myself under my bed sheets. What's under my bed? Maybe it's all in my head? After all I am just a very imaginative kid, but now I'm just a servant or what others may call me by which is a druid. Don't worry Tony it's just a nightmare, yeah a living nightmare where i'm being hunted no matter where I go and all I got with me is my teddy bear. What's in the closet and where is that holy water I stole from a prophet? Running as fast as I can, he's coming and he's so close to me that I can't even think of a plan. Can't close my eyes so how can I pray to lord for my soul to keep, oh God please grant my cry to fly so I don't feel as helpless as a sheep. What's under my bed? Trying to avoid all the places with bloodshed. What's under my bed? Knowing something bad is going to happen when I see the colour red. What's under my bed? Seeing shadows of past, present, and future victims ahead.