Noises coming from the closet,
Feels like theres spiders in my pocket.
Things breaking in my room,
I see the twitching of the broom.
Whispers between the walls,
Footsteps down the halls.
Turning on my lamp, theres shadows everywhere,
The only thing i can do is say a prayer.
The night is bitter, the wind is strong,
Hoping the night wont be too long.
The smashing windows, the shaking of the bed,
In the end i realized it was all in my head.