Frigid air bites at my face
I’m not sure if I’m in the right place,
It’s dark out and it’s getting late,
The clock chimes and it just turned 8.

Walking fast is the way to go,
My feet crunch over the winter snow,
Running now, the ground comes at me,
The wind is howling like a banshee.

Cold ice goes in my shoe,
My lips are beginning to turn blue,
I round the corner and there it stood,
Hunched over covered, with a dark hood.

I turn around and run fast,
But it seems as though I’m walking on glass,
Suddenly the floor drops out and I’m all alone,
In my bed, in my home.

I look around and everything is quiet,
The thing’s not gone, I just don't buy it,
There’s furniture turned over everywhere,
There’s a weird smell in the air.

I glance out the window just for a second,
Just in time to see that evil thing beckon,
My breath gets caught and I start to panic,
And then everything vanished just like the Titanic.