A/N: I was bored and started writing stuff that didn't make any sense. I still can't understand it, but my little sister liked it(for some reason that is a mystery to me), so here is my very late Halloween tribute. I forgot it was Halloween until I went to school and crashed face first into an inflated dino costume. Goals, I tell you.
What kind of monster hides under your bed?
Tell me, tell me what's going on in their head, because what kind of idiot sleeps under a bed?
Why do we listen for the creaks in the dead of night when it's the terrors that we see that truly hurts our minds?
What scares you more? The drip-drop of water or blood in your sight?
Vampire drinks the latter, you the first, but in truth, thirst is just thirst. I'm sure every kid has licked their wounds once just to know what it's like.
Does the sound of slow footsteps plague your weary mind?
Zombies may walk, but are you so slow, that your mind moves at the same rate as their old bones? Run, kid, run, because the dead are alive, but if you don't get caught, there's no need to fight.
What secrets do you lock up, what - are you afraid?
Because I check in my closet for skeletons, but they've all walked away.
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