Bumps In the Night
A crash, a bang, a whistle in the wind,
bumps in the night are a scary thing
Shadows in the bedroom fill me with dread,
is someone sitting at the end of my bed?
As the full moon rises on all hallows eve,
be wary of ghosts tugging at your sleeve.
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