Underneath Your Bed

Underneath Your Bed
By Mark Spencer

Twas All Hollows Eve
And all through the house,
One creature was stirring,
And it wasn't a mouse.

The children were resting,
Asleep like the dead,
Never suspecting
What lived 'neath their bed.

It wasn't a witch,
A goblin or troll,
This kind of creature
Feeds on the soul.

this is a monster
more fearsome than most,
It dines on a demon,
And snacks on a ghost.

With glowing red eyes,
And razor sharp teeth,
It waits for it's prey
On the bed underneath.

At the midnight hour,
Creatures are set free,
To terrorize children,
And their families.

And then at twelve 'O one,
Back under the bed,
Still drunk from the slaughter,
Another family dead.

It waits another year,
For a minute's reprieve,
To carry out the curse,
Of All Hollow's Eve.

If you hear it moving,
Remember what you've read.
Monsters may be waiting
Underneath your bed.

End.