Old Timmy Mac

Running forward, Looking back, I feel eyes upon me, I look around but cannot see. What is hiding in the shadow? Who is after me, I don’t know? I can feel the evil in the air, I can feel the stare. It doesn’t matter which way I go, Closing in on me I know, I cannot escape, My terrible fate. They’ll find my bones in the spring, And they’ll say it’s a terrible thing, That happen to old Timmy Mac, Who left his home and never came back. Be wary when you wander in the wood, It will do no good, You will look back to see, The one chasing you, is me.