He’s home alone his parents went out,
Son now we can creep and slink around
The scary part though,
Is we don’t make a sound,
We can be right behind you and you’d never know,

He’s watching TV a pretty gruesome show,
We let him watch till he fills his head,
With terrible things about the dead,
Horrible things that would make a morgue look fun,
Its time to act the night is young,
And we are ready to have some fun,

Fred the ghost switches of the power,
He lets out the most sinister of laughs,
The boy screams like a 3 year old girl,
His grip on the blanket is strong but he’s shaking,
He decides to move and get to his room,

Creeping up the stairs he probably feels safe,
But he can feel our eyes are upon him,
He tenses to run as he reaches the top step,
But grim the Minotaur explodes from the floor,
His face pales to a sickly white,

He slowly backs up but he forgot he was on the top step,
He tumbles down the stairs like an acrobat tumbles on a mat,
Except he lacks the grace to land on his feet,
He smacks his back against the floor and rolls to his feet

He runs to the only place he thinks he will find light,
He fumbles through the drawers which are trying to eat his hands,
Willy has already take the candles from there,
He runs to his room and slams the door but he doesn’t feel safe,
He runs to his sister’s room but as he enters he hears a noise,
He runs to his parents room and gets under the covers,
And then he waits there until his parents returned home.