A night so stormy and dreadful
I was wide awake
Something shuffled
I went to investigate
Under the bed
There was a ball of eye
It really seemed dead
But it was staring at me
Beside my shelf
I saw a trimmed ear
I started to yell
And I think it heard me
On my flower clock's stem
Hang a severed hand
The time was 12:00 am
And it was pointing at me
The lights went out
But it came back
I saw someone's mouth
And it was grinning at me
I wished it was a dream
I hid under my blanket
I went back to sleep
But it seemed I couldn't
Thunders roared
Lightnings flashed
"Pssst." Someone called
Who was that?
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