The Thing In The Shadows

Did you see that shadow move?
In the corner of your eye?
You start feel a pall of fear,
And yet, you don’t know why.
The house is dark and silent,
As silent as a tomb.
And yet you cannot help but feel,
A presence in the room.
Look straight ahead and don’t look back,
Return straight to your bed.
For if your eyes should meet with mine,
Your soon to end up dead.
I’m always here, I’m watching you,
I visit in your dreams.
You’re soon to learn that life is not,
As pleasant as it seems.