There’s something hiding underneath my bed 
She casts a shadow over empty walls 
I can hear her footsteps in a slow tread 
I freeze in fear. Towards my bed, she crawls 
 
I see: A woman towers over me 
With fingernails like claws that scrape my cheek 
My blood then drips and flows; she laughs with glee 
As spiders crawl from empty eyes, I shriek 
 
As pale as ghosts. The sickly white of death.  
Her skin, her face, it’s fully lifeless, gray. 
My heart, it skips a beat. I hold my breath 
An ancient, evil predator. I’m prey. 
 
I’m stuck in place. She grows and fills the room. 
I welcome death. My room a lifeless tomb