My Host, the Ghost...

Hair standing up Skin rippled with fear Breath coming hard.... Means she is now near I've heard the moans, Many a night, Always at 2:20 am I'm now prone to fright Something yanking at my covers, From the foot of the bed, Somehow I know, That something is dead Then the swirling mist, Ectoplasm lips seeming to kiss, My heart so loud pounding, My fear so astounding, I'm frozen in terror, The kind so much rarer, I'd go for the light, But I'm paralyzed by fright I think I hear her, in the dim yellow moonlight Though Im not so sure, How much more I can endure Now I know what to do, Before I might see her anew, From now on I will sleep Where the dead don't creep I'll make it my nightly aim, To find a motel that i can well blame Should the ghost follow me, A law suit they will see...