Ode to the boogy man

When the closet door slowly slides open with a sigh.

When the bed jolts with a bump.

When you fear to close an eye.

I was there

When you fear the silent whispers.

Hear a sound that makes you jump.

And the ceiling quickly simpers

I was there

When the darkness slowly spills.

And you hear the silent's throbbing.

When a humming gives the chills

I was there

Im the slow and silent fear

That you always seem to hear

When nothing. Nothing.

Is there