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