Because I think, but I'm not sure, that there's "something" in the house
I've been out trick or treating, with friends all dressed as ghouls
And now I'm pretty sure a real one is coming up the hall
My hairs are all on end, my skin is feeling cold
I'm wondering if it cares that I'm only ten years old
I heard the quiet swooshing as it swept up the stairs
I'm straining in the darkness, to see if it is there
Now I'm really frightened, I'm screaming in my head
But it's alright, it's just mum, come to check that I'm in bed
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