Creaking floorboards up above,

Moonlight dancing across the floor,

Faces flickering in the shadows,

Smiles glinting, shutting doors.

The wind howling outside the window,

The tree branches scratching at the glass,

You think you hear a scream from outside,

Silence falls, noises all having sounded their last.

Whispering and slithering under the bed,

The closet door drifting open with a creak,

Eyes glowing from the darkness within,

You think you hear a gravely voice speak.

Chorus:

Creaking doors,

Scratching windows,

Wind howling outside,

Eyes smiling from the darkness,

The screams of those who died.

Whispers behind you,

Slithering across your skin,

The silence and darkness grabs you,

You find yourself lost in the din.

You walk by your bed, on the way to sleep,

You sense something reaching out to explore.

As you lie in bed, your eyes move to the doorway,

For a flash, you think you see a body, crawling across the floor.

From behind, you feel something reaching out,

A clowns face grinning, as it tilts its head.

Suddenly, the house goes completely quiet,

And everything around you feels dead.

You climb into bed, to head for dreams,

You roll over, and turn your head to the side,

And look into the dead molding eyes of a corpse,

Its eyes look at you, lips slack with a grin, but joy denied.

Chorus:

Creaking doors,

Scratching windows,

Wind howling outside,

Eyes smiling from the darkness,

The screams of those who died.

Whispers behind you,

Slithering across your skin,

The silence and darkness grabs you,

You find yourself lost in the din.

Your eyes are closed, as you lay on your back,

But what is that, you feel slithering at the beds end?

Making its way up your leg, and through the blankets,

Do you reach down, in an attempt to defend?

Echoes sounding in the hallway,

Something clinging to the ceiling,

A body creeping up onto your bed,

Cocking its head at you, grinning.

Midnight strikes its hour this very moment,

And even though you strive for your door,

You try to escape the nightmares of torment,

But you’re trapped, locked inside, at the mercy of whatever is in store.

Chorus:

Creaking doors,

Scratching windows,

Wind howling outside,

Eyes smiling from the darkness,

The screams of those who died.

Whispers behind you,

Slithering across your skin,

The silence and darkness grabs you,

You find yourself lost in the din.