They are everywhere
In the bathroom drain
In the mirror when you are not looking
Under your bed…

Behind your door
Behind the shower curtain
In the closet
They are your stuffed animals when it is dark
Looking at you…

They make the sounds only you can hear
When it is dark
Sometimes, they even talk to you through the wind
They are the branches that claw your window

They are under your bedcovers
Through the cover of darkness
They walk around
Waiting…
For you to fall asleep

But who are they truly?
Figments of your imagination
Or creatures of the night
You decide