I lie awake, late one cool October night
Close my eyes as the sheets hold me tight
I think of scary tales and old folklore
Then I hear something tapping on my door
If it were a knock I would surely open
I yelled "Hello" but not words were spoken
The fire cracked and then went down
My heart beat and breathe the only sound
A child would knock or talk behind the door
But no one ever knocked like this before
A scratching, tapping so meanly fine
So evil and ghostly; seemed to freeze time
I pictured it's hands like sharply tipped roots
Nails like a small curved sharp canine tooth
I felt it's presence, a menacing shadow
Claws clicking together in a horrific rattle
Clicking and tapping at my door
For what reason I did not know
With my shotgun and courage I wasn't taking a chance
I opened the door...
But the source of my terror was just a loose branch
It was a windy night and my imagination swirled
I went back to bed as my thoughts all unfurled
Then on my window I heard something tap
I turned to my raggety old window flap
As I parted the curtain I screamed in great surprise
to see all the fingers and crimson red eyes
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