The Dark

The Dark Things start getting creepy In my bed when I get sleepy Cause I hear, all the noise In the attic filled with toys I sometimes feel a spirit And I swear, I really hear it So I cover my head With the sheets on by bed I call for Mom and Dad And I think I'm going mad When they come to my door But it's not them anymore And as the door starts creaking I can here the voices speaking Like they're chanting a spell What they say I can't tell Louder they keep coming In my head, I hear them drumming Like the sound of hard rain Till they drive me insane