There's somone in this house I think,
is it someone that I know?
"Theres someone in this house." He said,
"but is it friend or foe?"
As the door creaks open,
the window bangs,
and his sharp fangs,
are bared to show,
to fight, to protect.
There's someone in this house we know
he's coming up to kill,
and as we sit here shaking,
we know that blood will spill.
His rapid eyes peek round the door frame,
wild and strong and vibrant.
He lunges forward,
A bitter attack,
hungry for death.
Somewhere in this house I know,
the monster lurkes within.
And when he comes back next time,
do not invite him in.
Or the terror will begin.
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