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What’s wrong, my child?
Oh, could it be,
That the shadows on the walls
Become monsters that you see?

Just a trick of the mind,
No need to fuss.
Just settle down,
And please dear, do hush.

It’s the third time this week
That you've said there were ghosts,
And creatures that lurk,
In search of a host.

You’ve seen too many movies,
Read too many books.
Our house is safe from killers,
Yes, even ones with hooks.

I know that it’s raining,
I know that it’s cold,
But that noise is the house.
Remember, it’s old.

Go to sleep, child.
No, I need to sleep, too.
Please relax, sweetheart.
Nothing will come get you.

Okay, fine! I’ll stay
With you here tonight.
And now, are you ready?
I’ll turn off the light.

See, there’s no monsters.
See, there’s no frights.
You will not wake up
With big, scary bites

From creatures that scurry,
Scamper and crawl.
From beings that live
Inside of our wall.

Although...do you see that?
No, it must be a trick,
I thought I just saw something,
But it vanished real quick.

What do you mean
That what I saw was real?
You saw it too?
You say it wants a meal?

I think being here
Is starting to spook me.
But I know I won’t be eaten
Just like I'm a cookie.

I’ll just ignore
That shape in the window,
I’m certain it’s just
The trees when the wind blows.

But wait, did you hear it?
That was a moan...
And now there’s a voice.
Okay, no, no, no!

I know there’s no monsters
Under the bed.
There’s no creatures lurking
Nothing wants us dead.

Just settle down, hon
Morning comes soon.
But then there’s tomorrow.
There'll be a full moon...

Now I feel chills.
Let’s just try and rest.
Don’t you think
That that’ll be best?

Yes, that’s it, 
Close your eyes tight.
And avoid having nightmares
With all of your might.

But I’m still awake,
For how can I slumber
When I just saw
Something from under

The bed where we sit,
The bed where you sleep.
I saw its red eyes,
But it didn’t make a peep.

No, I’m just paranoid.
I had too much coffee.
I’ll just try and pretend
There’s no hand now on me.

Oh, it was you?
What was the matter?
Could you not sleep
With all of my chatter?

I’m sorry, sweetheart,
Don’t let me wake you.
Just dream of bright sunlight,
Against a sky that's blue.

Get some rest for me,
For I know I won’t.
Trust me, I do want to,
It’s not that I don’t.

But I see a figure
Sitting in your chair,
With skin very pale,
And dark, stringy hair,

With fingers so long,
With eyes black as coal,
It's like there's nothing in the sockets,
Just two small holes...

Still, she's staring at me.
I don't know what she wants.
Who is she, why did she die?
Why is it your room she haunts?

But we'll be alright, my child.
For I think I have a plan.
Tomorrow, my dear child,
We'll go sleep at Gran's.