Door 07 - The Nightly Visit
When night calls, out of the woodwork I come,
Sliding from the cracks in the wardrobe door,
Your heart beating like a little red drum,
I creep closer, bones clicking on the floor.
I lurk by the window catching moonlight,
Silver gleaming on my grin in the gloom,
I know you can see me, blankets clasped tight,
But it's no use, that bed will be your tomb.
Looming in the dark, blood shadows flowing,
Bending over your bed, red eyes glowing...
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