Under the Bed

A shadow flits across the wall,

Soft footsteps echo down the hall.

A creak, a sigh, the night feels thin,

The chill of something just creeping in.

He’s under the bed tonight,

Waiting where you fear the light.

Close your eyes, don’t make a sound,

The Boogeyman’s prowling ‘round.

Curtains shiver in the moon’s pale glow,

A whispered laugh only you will know.

Fingers trace the edge of dreams,

Nothing is quite as it seems.

He’s under the bed tonight,

Waiting where you fear the light.

Close your eyes, don’t make a sound,

The Boogeyman’s prowling ‘round.

Footsteps pause, then scrape the floor,

A shadow leans against the door.

Eyes that glint, teeth that gleam,

He’s closer now than any dream.

He’s under the bed tonight,

Hunting through the pale moonlight.

Try to hide, he’ll find your fear,

The Boogeyman is near.

The air grows thick, the walls lean in,

A whisper soft, a widening grin.

You don’t see him, but you feel the dread,

Something waits where you rest your head.

He’s under the bed tonight,

Silent in the fading light.

Close your eyes… he’s always near,

The Boogeyman is here.