In the dark,
When the lights go out.
Laying wondering what's that sound...
Maybe it's your childhood fear,
Coming back to see you,
After all these years.
Will you see his ghostly form
In the doorway of your room,
His faceless stare, blank, unmoving?
Just close your eyes tight
He will go away soon.
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