I feel a presence in the night,
An eerie creeping around the room,
A tiptoe hopping silently past my face,
I am alert and scared,
I can't speak because my throat is too dry,
I can barely breathe,
Then swift hands pull from beneath my bed sheets,
I can't remember anymore,
Just the presence in the night.
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