When I was a boy left alone
And I heard the thing I did
What could it be–
What made the noise?
I don’t know, but I am scared
I check the hall, no one there
I look left and I look right
All the doors are open wide,
“Must be a draft”
I run and close them, every door
I pull the covers over head
Reach for my cowboy gun
Somethings here in the house
Something and not someone
As I lay there in my bed
I hear a groaning and a creak
Wide awake, I am struck still
Footsteps moving, feel a chill
I tiptoe across the room,
“What would Mario do?”
Shaking, I look down the hall
(No one there)
All the doors are open wide!
Shadows on the other side
I pull the covers over head
Reach for my cowboy gun
Nothings here in the house
Nothings here in the house
Petrified, I hear a creak
I slowly look out from the sheets
My bedroom door is opening
The shadow standing there and then…
I pull the covers over head
Reach for my cowboy gun
Somethings here in the house
Something and not someone
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