Check Under Your Bed

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He was there

He likes to hide

He likes to crawl

Under your bed

Only just after midnight.

His eyes black

Bald, patchy head

He doesn't move, he weaves.

In and out

Jagged motions

Frightening doesn't describe him

Terrifying doesn't describe him

He's indescribable

No definitions

He likes nightmares, 

And hates dreams,

with his clever stare, 

and sewed seams...

Some may ask,

Is he real?

The only answer,

I can give 

Is

Check under your bed,

Just after midnight.

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