Shadows Upon the Wall

At night, the lights go out.
And all that is dark reaches out to you.
Engulfing you within it’s mystery and unspeakable paths.
You lie in yor bed.
Wondering whether or not that jacket in your cloest really is a jacket.
Or maybe when you get up and a claw, not a hand, will reach out and snatch you and drag you into the unknown.
The hands on the walls shadowed by trees.
The eyes upon the window, forever watching.
A lump in the bed, could it be on of them?
A creature of some sort, repulsive and all.
Beyond the rooms, what ghosties lie there?
Moaning and groaning, calling out to you.
I bring to you, a somewhat of a good night.
Sweet, sweet dreams.