At night,

When dad's turned off the light,

The noises start,

From the closet,

And under the bed,

The scratching,

The howling,

The screaming,

The growling,

Make me shiver,

And hide,

Under the covers,

Dreading things lurking,

Fearing the stories,

Of blood-sucking monsters,

From the realms of the deep,

I feel the breath,

On the back of my neck,

The drool dripping down,

Hot on my back,

I hear the grunt,

Right in my ear,

And inside,

Up come the fear,

I scream,

And suddenly,

Dad comes along,

And turns the light on,

And now,

It's all right,

The monsters are gone.