Don’t check under the bed

It’s there. It’s there.

It’s watching you sleep

Don’t dare. Don’t dare.

Then morning comes

It’s fine. It’s fine

Just missing laundry

It dines. It dines.

Just thread remains

How sad. How sad.

I loved those socks

Made mad. Made mad.

So today I vowed

It’ll pay. It’ll pay.

Tonight’s the night

Post-day. Post-day.

The clock struck twelve

I’ll check. I’ll check.

With flashlight, I peered

A wreck. A wreck.

The monsters not tidy

A mess. A mess.

Some stocking remnants

Obsess. Obsess.

But also piles of heads

No more. No more.

It reached up to me

Oh gore. Oh gore.

It grasped my skull

Beg stop. Beg stop.

I couldn’t escape

A chop. A chop.

My head was detached

Almost. Almost.

I was a goner now

A ghost. A ghost.

The head it didn’t want

Not goal. Not goal.

What it truly coveted

My soul. My soul.