Sometimes I lay awake in silence
Listening to the footsteps that run on my wall.
They say it's either mice or maybe rats
But it's ghost -there are memories of them that I can recall.
Their beady red eyes like bugs on the wall
Their whispery voices and tall tales of death
Their screams for help
As they all call me Beth.
I assure you I'm Maddi
Or maybe I'm not...
Maybe there's more to this sinister plot
