Twilight has left and night has taken place
I feel nervous walking down the grand staircase.
For I heard while everyone slumbers in peace,
Strange creatures come out for a feast.
I've heard many of those tales, but I take a deep breath,
For I know I am far away from facing death.
The Dawnson Mansion is safe, no harm has come to this home,
But I am still timorous when I'm all alone.
I was going to get my book from the drawing room,
And when I walked in, I saw that there was no sight of light but my reason of entering had to resume.
I lit a small candle, but the wick didn't cooperate and didn't show a spark,
So I grudgingly went to get my book in the dark.
The floorboards creaked underneath my toes,
I grabbed my book off a chair and back to my room I would go.
Then as I walked back up the stairs feeling alright,
I heard the grandfather clock chime that it was midnight.
I shrugged and went onward toward my destination,
But everything started to get me into hesitation.
Ominous sounds lingered around me,
And at the head of the stairs I could see,
A faded figure that looked like from a painting of an ancestor of the Dawnsons who was as mysterious could be.
I was paralyzed for a moment but then thought quick,
And ran out of the mansion for home leaving my suitcase but I cared more about saving my life than it.
