Spooked

There's no footsteps on the stairs

Late at night when there's nobody home and

There's no babies crying

When I know for sure there's no babies around

I hear the door to my room creaking

But I know for sure that a window is open

Do house itself won't stop moaning

But it's just old it's settling

But something inside isn't settled

Something inside isn't moving on

I stay downstairs I hide in my kitchen

With all the lights on and the radio loud cause I know

The paintings are watching me

I feel their eyes when I move around

Old photos on the mantle

Old relatives in black and white

Not really watching me

But something is

I don't hear whispering in the walls

I don't have dreams that reoccur and I

Sure as Hell haven't seen a thing

No ladies in white and no rattling chains

If I need to go upstairs

I run as fast as I can

With my eyes closed

Cause my own reflection frightens me

No icy hand laid upon my shoulder

And I never seen a light turn itself on

No lingering chill no deathly cold

No overwhelming sensation of sorrow

No mysterious trails of blood

And there's no bones buried under this floor

No cutlery drawers no candelabras

Fly round the room all of their own accord

But I know there's something with me

I know I'm not here by myself

But I'm home alone