The House Across the Street
THERE is a house across the street. I hear strange noises of shuffling feet, Whispers, screams and bellows too.
I worry and fear for me and you.
There came a night of silence Not a whisper or creak, But then I hear my door open,
And I feel that someone who seeks, A shiver up my spine, A drip on my head. I look up and in blood it said,
I see you staring, peering at me,
You will never guess who the one will be.