He's darkest night on darkest street.
The hunting shuffles of a strangers feet.
He's the gnarled tree and its grasping vines.
The icy finger done your tingling spine.
He's the shifting form in a swirling fog. the glowing eyes of the staling dog.
He's the wrenching creaked benefit the floor, as you dash inside and bolt the doors.
He's the fear that seeps in to your bones when you hear silence on your telephone.
He'll find you when your all alone...
he's spooky...
