On the floor downstairs I just heard a squeak,
I'll just sneak downstairs and take a hasty peep
Oh God! There stands a man with his head in his hand,
I'm getting out of this house as fast as I can.
I tried both doors and they're bolted shut,
each and every window is locked or stuck.
I just think l'll go in the bathroom and lock the door,
because his footsteps are closer than before.
He raps on the door and sounds an ugly laugh,
I know he doesn't want to
get in to take a bath.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes and realized I've been asleep,
my nightmare on Halloween was a trick not a treat.
Ralph L. Clark © 1999